It’s a great opportunity to accept cold hard reality. As we battled for marriage uniformity, one line of talk was “who does it hurt?” Now we have the answer. It harms the liberal film commentators, sentenced to watch vapid family melodramas like Jenny’s Wedding, a dull low-spending plan parade of platitude so marinated in great goals that I don’t know what I’ll look like myself in the mirror in the wake of documenting this audit. Be that as it may, obligation calls.
This epistle to narrow-minded center American boomers means well and may surely be restorative to some attempting to acknowledge a gay relative (or to gay individuals whose families aren’t tolerating), yet as a motion picture it is a finished failure to discharge.