I cannot imagine a film worse than The Sleepy Time Gal: the acting, the dialog, the color, the flashbacks, the mumbling, the plot, the easy-to-miss ending, and that reclining nude guy waiting to be photographed or whatever. And I am late in returning this two-day rental; therefore, I have to pay for this garbage twice. **SPOILERS** The adopted daughter does not look as though she is successful -- her actions, her dress and her vocabulary do not match the expertise she spouts. Bob -- why does he receive special attention in the opening credits? Do we know him from someplace? -- looks as though he has never read a book, yet he waxes poetic at times. Yes, I realize that I am relying too much on looks, but I mean the whole deal -- the film has to convey some image in the time it has on the screen in front of our painful eyes. Frances, who does not care too much for her own mother, comes across as the least likely candidate for Mother of the Year. What's with those sons, especially that black net/lace, sleeveless shirt worn by Joe Box Camera? And why does the daughter immediately sleep with the ole, grizzled dude who, I think, did the same with Mom years back. Is the mushroom girl real? I have no desire to see the additional material which may explain the 'shrooms or anything else in this dreadful production/Sundance choice. I neded the rewind feature of home-viewing to make certain I got the ending. The newspaper account of the book critique is too quick, the writer looks different (I recall her typing earlier), and I wonder whether the theatre goers have the advantage of a large screen. Why, o, why does Bob's wife let Frances become part of hers? How does that come about? This film makes no sense.
Review of The Sleepy Time Gal
