Depression is.
Poor Tina. Lurching from one abusing patriarch to another in the vain hope of feeling.
The filmmakers capture the absurdist view from inside a plainly horrifying marriage with its comforts and familiarities coupled with the bleak panorama of the sexed up unfaithful in all its voyeuristic banality.
Tina's inability to interact with the players beyond surface leads to inevitable communicative dead ends, always judging, preaching or simpering the ghastly characters of misanthropy make as much sense as the proverbial fish on a bicycle.
Perhaps Richard Benjamin's arrogant husband and father is too close to caricature to be realistic but Carrie Snogress keeps things grounded letting her anger and resentment out only in short bursts.
It's all a bit dull until the finale; revelations about her husband and lover and the apocalypse of therapy were spine chilling in all its dissociative glory.
Poor Tina. Lurching from one abusing patriarch to another in the vain hope of feeling.
The filmmakers capture the absurdist view from inside a plainly horrifying marriage with its comforts and familiarities coupled with the bleak panorama of the sexed up unfaithful in all its voyeuristic banality.
Tina's inability to interact with the players beyond surface leads to inevitable communicative dead ends, always judging, preaching or simpering the ghastly characters of misanthropy make as much sense as the proverbial fish on a bicycle.
Perhaps Richard Benjamin's arrogant husband and father is too close to caricature to be realistic but Carrie Snogress keeps things grounded letting her anger and resentment out only in short bursts.
It's all a bit dull until the finale; revelations about her husband and lover and the apocalypse of therapy were spine chilling in all its dissociative glory.