In the end, the movie was… fine.
Even kind of messy-cute and replete with sitcom legends(Which usually earns a lot of goodwill from me, but maybe I’m not in the mood to settle back and be a good audience right now, for reasons that might not have anything to do with this movie in its own right.)
It’s a weird feeling when a movie shows you something that it thinks is a ton of struggle and you think “Wow, I wish it could be that easy,” specifically the wacky family that circles the wagons and the smart, savvy-seeming social worker that doesn’t make Bea’s problems about her in any way whatever—they’re out there, but diplomatically? “Results not typical.”
(Can we all stop equating college with the Promised Land? I can’t be the only one who’s had that myth mess with her head for decades…being disabled, fiftyish, and Expelled From Eden is…kind of a lot.)
That sort of animatronic quality I’ve noticed in Kiernan Shipka since we saw her rub one out on “Mad Men” makes her perfect as someone who grew up too fast.(Maybe she grew up too fast?)
Also, where does the money come from? Living on disability, at least to an extent, means that money casts a shadow over everything. Whether you literally don't have it and are broke or because there is a gap between your life and what's on the ever-present forms that haunt you like patchouli in the seventies.
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