Not a good movie. It can't figure out if it wants to be a tragedy or a comedy. It leans heavily toward tragedy until the last 15 minutes and then tries to go ha ha ha it's all a big joke. The whole motivation for it (spoiler alert) is a sexual assualt 46 years earlier by the husband of a recently deceased friend of Fonda's character who never accepts he commited an assault (Brent Cavanaugh anyone?) and is incensed when Fonda confronts him. There is a semblence of real dramatic tension here that gets toally wasted at the end when the writers/director get cold feet and decide to go "just kidding." One of Tomlin's weakest performances in her career. And to the extent it turns on anything dramatic at all, it turns on the 19th century notion that the appropriate punishment for rape is death. Fonda and Tomlin's people surely slept through the script sreening.
