
Someone should come up with a index of warning signs for movies like these. If it's set in the deep South or in a suburban housing development, that's one danger point. If any of its scenes are shot in a diner, that's two points. If anyone in the movie drives a self-consciously nerdy car, wears cat-eye glasses, works as a clerk in a record or bookstore but lives in a great apartment: point, point, point. You get the point.
UPDATE. A week later I'm still thinking about how annoying this movie was. The woman is literally beaten by her awful husband in front of all her friends and co-workers, and everyone just dismisses it by ruefully saying that she has had the bad fortune of marrying a mean husband. Then she gets pregnant by this man, makes vociferously clear that she doesn't want his baby, but never does she or any of her friends or co-workers entertain the idea of abortion for more than a second. Also, it occurred to me out of the blue, this movie is supposedly set somewhere in the rural South, but there are no black people. I mean, not only are there no black characters, I can't even remember seeing a black person on the screen.
An extraordinarily strange and evil movie.
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