There are two movies here. The first half is a simple, charming tale of a young Italian American butcher, his courtship and early marriage to the girl next door. The second movie starts when their daughter is born. The couple drop from sight and the focus is now on the daughter. That is why it seems like two separate movies. The daughter is inexplicably obsessed by religious ideas and personages. Things start to happen that are just plain bizarre and the movie loses its charm. Not a comedy. Not a drama. Hard to classify movies that have no point. I guess we could call it a "strange story" movie.
Review of Household Saints
