A deeply ironical title for a deeply ironical film. I don't even know how to properly surmise this deadpan comedy that jumps around 35 years in the lives of its main characters (while never seeming to age). There's a part of me that admires this film and a part of me that abhors it, but like other indies by Bob Byington, they tend to get under your skin and stay there, for better or worse.
3½ suitcases out of 5
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“Where we’re going, we don’t need ________”
A) Mom’s permission. B) Roads. C) Pants.