I was pleasantly surprised by this film...it sounded like it could have been really lame. The acting is well-done, especially Ron Moody as Izzie, the cranky, soon-to-be octogenarian, former lingerie salesman who just wants someone to put him out of his misery. This results in humorous scene in which Keith has hired an "actress" to model some lingerie for him, as birthday present and/or "one last kick at the can". When others read to him in bed, his preference is a lingerie mail-order catalogue. Cliched, but still amusing. For Izzie, the last indignity is having to wear "nappies", and the issue of euthanasia is a sub-plot throughout.
Most of the story centers around Izzie, his near-alcoholic daughter Dee, who runs the old-folks home, and her half-black son Keith, who she claims could have been a doctor, lawyer, or rock-star, but instead prefers his "career" assisting in the running of the home.
The only part of the film which felt undeveloped and "tacked-on" was the relationship between run-away Kim and her father, who seems to be a hit-man.