My August: Osage County review elicited an email from my friend and mentee, Xmastime:
worse than this steaming turd?
My reply: “Nothing is worse than that steaming turd. Osage is a standard, Southern shoutfest, with as much authenticity as Hee Haw. The Family Stone, however, is a pat-its-own-back paen to womyn, disabled homosexuals, showy profanity by people wearing flannel, and New England flintiness. The cancer ravaging Diane Keaton couldn’t come fast enough. I am pleased to say that its writer director didn’t get another project until 6 years after The Family Stone and that was a Selena Gomez joint. Justice.”