Juliette Lewis pretends to be a hipster rebel for 1 minute and a half, makes a cute wheel chair bound teenage guy next door fall in love with her whiny persona, reveals herself as a Courtney Love rock chick from the 90s, but then rapidly turns back into a Stepford wife.
This film is so wrong on so many levels. It teaches women that it's better to stay in a comatose marriage where the love has faded, where one's true personality has disappeared, where the in laws are uptight suburban psychopaths always intruding into your life, and that you have to become a snivelling wreck crying and begging your husband for forgiveness, because you managed to escape from that hell for a while and actually felt the magic of life and love again with a teenage guy who is being discounted because of his young age. What a rebel? Not!
This film is so wrong on so many levels. It teaches women that it's better to stay in a comatose marriage where the love has faded, where one's true personality has disappeared, where the in laws are uptight suburban psychopaths always intruding into your life, and that you have to become a snivelling wreck crying and begging your husband for forgiveness, because you managed to escape from that hell for a while and actually felt the magic of life and love again with a teenage guy who is being discounted because of his young age. What a rebel? Not!