There’s a scene here which is a better demonstration of the seductiveness of depression than anything I can remember. (Everyone else is living in a dream, but I know the awful truth. The really horrible part is that it’s still a trap, even though the awful truth is true.)
All the raves about Philip Seymour Hoffman and Laura Linney are right. It’s more thoughtful and less quirky than the marketing and some of the reviews had led me to believe.