I just couldn't get through it. How this film fetched so much attention is more shocking to me than how the Avatar films became so popular. The film, mimicking typical Hollywood films, consists of two plus hours of unintentional ridiculousness and ham-fisted moralism about accepting people, regardless of how odd their oddities happen to be. The film especially lays it on with regard to child-rearing, specifically, how traditionalist parents have an obligation to simply accept their children's novel additions to their family's moral culture and sensibilities. It fails to so much as consider the question of whether children could be wrong or hasty in their changes (they are children after all), or whether the children should work with parents to evaluate them. Here, parents are simply obligated to "get with the times" and support the child's wishes lest they push the child toward evil.

The two redeeming qualities of this film are the gravitas brought by the lead actor (she is excellent), and the strange sense that I experienced in viewing the actor who played her husband. I am going out on a limb in saying this before checking it, but I think he is the same person who played a little boy in "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom." It was a bit haunting to hear him speak, now as an aging man, with the same inflections of voice and general mannerisms of the child of nearly forty years ago. Other than these items, I can't see clear to lionize this film as so many have done.