Only free on a Friday, and the cinema had, obviously, taken the night off too. A film about Shabbat, benched by Shabbat. Pleased with that one for longer than I should've been.
The film itself felt weirdly familiar, and it took me a while to work out why: it's the classic dinner-party setup where, instead of calling an ambulance, everyone quietly agrees to cover it up. This time it's an interfaith couple's first family dinner — his parents devoutly Jewish, her parents Catholic — and someone dies before it's even started. What follows is one long, chaotic cover-up. Kyra Sedgwick is clearly enjoying herself as the mother, handing out compliments with a hidden blade in each one. Method Man plays the building's doorman, gets dragged into the mess, and treats the whole thing like just another shift. He's the best part of the film, by some distance.
The trouble is it never leaves the apartment, and you feel it. Eighty-four minutes helps.
Messy, often funny, a bit too familiar to stick.