The plot of this movie had absolutely no redeeming value--filled with irresponsible, pervy, over-sexed kids, selfish, insensitive to anyone but themselves. (Yeah, I know that's what some kids are like, but this movie validates their self-absorption.) When the daughter says Glenn "owes" her, I would've smacked that daughter if I were Glenn Close! Too many martyred parents hoping their kids will like them. Let's bring back real parents who know who the adult is. These were lost people all searching for values. Ugh! Many, many distasteful scenes: looking at a comatose man's privates? Masturbating naked in the backyard? The whole subplot about the boy with a doll? Who ARE these people? This is the kind of movie that rightfully elicits the criticism that Hollywood is out of touch with America's values. What a waste of good actors. Would Jimmy Stewart, Henry Fonda, Spencer Tracey, Humphrey Bogart even watch this movie let alone agree to act in it? Hardly. Trash parading as deep and profound.
Review of The Safety of Objects
