The beauty of this film is that for the first time in my movie-going history someone has actually made a case for the possibility of mental disease being channeled into worthwhile activity. At the end of the movie, in an incredibly gutsball move by Mike White, the leading character discovers her bliss and realizes that she doesn't have to live and interact with the normal run of people in order to do some good in this world.
I understand how the completely unique story arc has left some viewers in the dust. But for me this is an absolutely great, unmissable, cataclysmic achievement, one which should (and probably won't) garner Oscar nominations for White and Molly Shannon.
Peggy isn't even someone I'd ever care to know in the real world. But her story is unforgettable--tinged with genius in the writing, and fearlessly, selflessly portrayed by the who-would-have-thought-she-had-it-in-her Shannon.
I understand how the completely unique story arc has left some viewers in the dust. But for me this is an absolutely great, unmissable, cataclysmic achievement, one which should (and probably won't) garner Oscar nominations for White and Molly Shannon.
Peggy isn't even someone I'd ever care to know in the real world. But her story is unforgettable--tinged with genius in the writing, and fearlessly, selflessly portrayed by the who-would-have-thought-she-had-it-in-her Shannon.