Are there people somewhere who are entertained by watching middle-aged people whining about how tough their lives are?
Such self-indulgence, with no humor to lighten things up. Well, none that I could detect, anyway. Unless you count the 80s hair worn by the younger family members. That amused me.
Jack Lemmon comes across as a guy with a VW-sized bug. Julie Andrews tries her best but isn't actually given much to work with.
If you can sit through that dinner scene, you're a better person than I am.
I'd be shocked if this movie did even a million dollars worth of business before it got relegated to Superchannel in Canada, and whatever it's lousy-movie equivalent was in America.
Review of That's Life!
