This movie never gets going. William Macy does his usually stuttery blank delivery of script lines. None of the characters give you anything to care about. The kid's annoyingly precocious and whoever wrote the script obviously had none. Neve Campbell provides some tepid salacious moments (ooh, girl on girl, she's bisexual, isn't that hot). Donald Sutherland hams it up but essentially has nothing to say, and repeats it. Nothing happens that isn't telegraphed clearly. A waste of time. HBO is completely capable of producing excellent flicks (the film on the Scarsdale diet doctor is one), but this is a stinker. Waste of several good actors. Plus, there are very few therapists who put patients in the same waiting room, and very few who strike up conversations while there.
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