This film encapsulates everything that Hollywood is good at doing wrong. This film is an abortion. E. Shue is uninspired as the totally unbelievable autistic "Molly." Her brother, with whom she has been forced to live with, seems to be building a ship inside his apartment. This is not only a clumsy metaphor, yet a physical concept difficult to grasp. I couldn't watch this "straight to landfill" embarrassment in its entirety. Life is too short. And sleep is so good.
