I have nothing against Julia Sweeney personally. I'm sure that she's a nice enough woman and she seems to have at least the rudiments of intelligence. Sadly, though, she seems to possess no insight, not a smidgen of intellectual curiosity or achievement. Certainly she has no discernible sense of humor or wit.
This execrable film is incessantly dull. Ms. Sweeney's anecdotal remembrances from her and her brother's experience with cancer, are excruciatingly childish and unremarkable. It's difficult to imagine how someone could endure these events and yet be so lightly touched by them that in a film devoted to their retelling, the author can recall not one genuine moment of insight - not one interesting story to tell. Not a single moment of humor crosses this film's threshold.
What the audience is regaled with, instead, is a retelling of Ms. Sweeney's neuroses and fascination/obsession with idiotically minute, irrelevant, and soporific issues in her childhood and life. The idea, one presumes, is to transfer to the audience the idea that she has some incredible depth of character and emotion. However, quite the opposite is the result - what the audience comes to realize is that Julia Sweeney, even after being thrown into what should have been a cauldron of emotions resulting in significant insight, is simply incapable of understanding, much less communicating, anything of greater depth than wanting her parents to leave her apartment after her surgery.
This cloying, retchingly obvious and inane movie will make the intelligent viewer reach for the vomit bag within five minutes of the beginning.
This execrable film is incessantly dull. Ms. Sweeney's anecdotal remembrances from her and her brother's experience with cancer, are excruciatingly childish and unremarkable. It's difficult to imagine how someone could endure these events and yet be so lightly touched by them that in a film devoted to their retelling, the author can recall not one genuine moment of insight - not one interesting story to tell. Not a single moment of humor crosses this film's threshold.
What the audience is regaled with, instead, is a retelling of Ms. Sweeney's neuroses and fascination/obsession with idiotically minute, irrelevant, and soporific issues in her childhood and life. The idea, one presumes, is to transfer to the audience the idea that she has some incredible depth of character and emotion. However, quite the opposite is the result - what the audience comes to realize is that Julia Sweeney, even after being thrown into what should have been a cauldron of emotions resulting in significant insight, is simply incapable of understanding, much less communicating, anything of greater depth than wanting her parents to leave her apartment after her surgery.
This cloying, retchingly obvious and inane movie will make the intelligent viewer reach for the vomit bag within five minutes of the beginning.