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In attempting to adopt as naturalistic a style of acting as possible, presumably so as to fit in with the home-video style of the film, all actors instead descended into this neurotic, humourless, narcissistic self-consciousness.

The hugging scene (pictured above) made me want to vomit all over the place as did the dishwashing scene. It is a bit unfair to single them out, though, because just about every other scene in the movie had the same effect on me. The wedding scene was the absolute pits. I defy anyone with any sense to sit through Kym's husband serenading her without feeling distinctly nauseous. What was clearly supposed to be "beautiful" was actually totally pathetic.

If the film had been in any way critical of Rachel and her husband's self-satisfied, half-witted families – and Kym's character could have been a good vehicle for exposing their insularity – then the film would have been much better, but it appeared that instead we were supposed to think that these people were great or something.

The reasons for Kym's descent into drug abuse were not dealt with in anything other than a very superficial way. All of the "I love everyone" multiculturalism was a bit sickening as well, because it was so unrealistic. Of course cultural tolerance should be encouraged, but the sugary harmony depicted in the film is not the way that real people behave, and showed nothing of the complexity of race relations.

This is a very pretentious, unsubtle, shallow film, and I am amazed at the critical reception to it. The above review is a welcome corrective to the garbage that has been written about it elsewhere. I would have given it one star, though. This is real nonsense.

In attempting to adopt as naturalistic a style of acting as possible, presumably so as to fit in with the home-video style of the film, all actors instead descended into this neurotic, humourless, narcissistic self-consciousness.

The hugging scene (pictured above) made me want to vomit all over the place as did the dishwashing scene. It is a bit unfair to single them out, though, because just about every other scene in the movie had the same effect on me. The wedding scene was the absolute pits. I defy anyone with any sense to sit through Kym's husband serenading her without feeling distinctly nauseous. What was clearly supposed to be "beautiful" was actually totally pathetic.

If the film had been in any way critical of Rachel and her husband's self-satisfied, half-witted families – and Kym's character could have been a good vehicle for exposing their insularity – then the film would have been much better, but it appeared that instead we were supposed to think that these people were great or something.

The reasons for Kym's descent into drug abuse were not dealt with in anything other than a very superficial way. All of the "I love everyone" multiculturalism was a bit sickening as well, because it was so unrealistic. Of course cultural tolerance should be encouraged, but the sugary harmony depicted in the film is not the way that real people behave, and showed nothing of the complexity of race relations.

This is a very pretentious, unsubtle, shallow film, and I am amazed at the critical reception to it. The above review is a welcome corrective to the garbage that has been written about it elsewhere. I would have given it one star, though. This is real nonsense.

Thanks for your comments, Craig and Blake!