James L. Brooks gets his laughs from people who love each other fiercely and haven't a clue how to show it. Every conversation sounds one wrong word away from a diplomatic incident, and I loved every minute.
Shirley MacLaine is magnificent as Aurora, a woman who considers meddling in her daughter's life a public service. Debra Winger's Emma has inherited the stubborn streak, so most of their calls end with someone hanging up. Jack Nicholson wanders in from next door as a boozy ex-astronaut who clearly never came back down to earth.
Once the doctor finds the lumps, the film shows its hand. Brooks still catches me off guard. He keeps the kids in the background for ages, with Tommy scowling and sniping at his mum. Then comes the hospital goodbye, and all those earlier rows land at once.
I saw the tragedy coming. I hadn't bargained on a stubborn little sod being the one who got me.