What a horrible piece of shit this was. Watching this for 110 minutes felt like it took 20 years off my life. And while watching it, I was disappointed. Disappointed it was only 20 years off my life.
Sandra Bullock doesn't bother to make any face other than a grim scowl, with a perpetual just smelled a fart expression that would depress even the most overwhealmingly prozaced happy go lucky fuck consider ending it all with a lollipop shotgun. I found myself wishing for the swiftest arrival of Charon to the point that I shoved silver coins in my own mouth in gleeful anticipation of his shuttle to a morbid, grim, and expeditious commute to a painful and permanent tortuous afterlife.
Basically she goes leapfrogging back and forth from day to day in a week that ends in disaster for herself, her daughters, her husband, and the audience. Of which the luckiest amongst us was the husband who died in a fiery accident blissfully decapitated and freed of the horror of enduring this film. What a lucky bastard.
So... should you find yourself within the immediate viscinity of this film do yourself a favor and eat a hundred bottles of the closest prescription depressant you can find and drift off to a deep and unrelenting sleep of death and tha k me in the afterlife for this advice.

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