Like the whole film was made under a haze of percocet.

That was my major complaint, and it kept me from getting too interested or attached to any of the characters.

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You know that scene where PSH finally explodes in the parking lot? That was the one time the movie seemed to come alive. His outburst was insightful, genuine, and finally not a passive or restrained moment. Now, I'm not say the whole thing had to be yelling about death, because, really, in the midst of that you seldom talk so directly about "it", but a pulse would have been welcomed.

It was a nice looking, with serviceable leads (Linney's man was the only one that truly surprised / impressed me . . . I guess I'm just used to too much greatness from her and Phil), but I felt distanced throughout.