Joan Allen, lurching into rooms and then speaking with the weird explicitness of an alcoholic trying to maintain control, is Terry Wolfmeyer, a suburban housewife who has been abandoned by her husband; Kevin Costener is Denny Davis, a sheepish retired baseball player whose hand always clutches a beer bottle. Shes overdefined; hes undefined; and in the gaps between Terrys faltering attempts to raise her four beautiful, cranky daughters, Terry and Denny have an occasional meeting in bed. This domestic comedy, written and directed by Mike Binder (who performs well as Dennys sleazebag friend), takes its time and establishes a natural rhythm of quarrels, reconciliations, and serious talk. As the rancorous Terry, who cant stop herself from telling people off, Allen blooms into a great angry comedienne.

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