Sitting through The Kids Are All Right this evening, I realized that I have indeed become people I knew long ago and at times thought so old and fogey: my parents. They, however, would have walked out of the movie. That did not even occur to me. The story of a lesbian couple whose son and daughter decide to meet their moms' sperm donor, The Kids Are All Right was a mediocre film. There were a couple of good, well-acted scenes and some of the characters were interesting, if not compelling. The premise, definitely interesting; the fling between one of the moms and the donor, also interesting. Choosing nuance over near-porn would have been better.
The "father," played by Mark Rufallo was a quirky, endearing crunchy granola type. Annette Benning and Julianne Moore played fairly one-dimensional characters I found difficult to care too much about. Much of the movie was comprised of gay and straight sex scenes, predictable plot events, and sentimental psychobabble. As my sister-in-law and I discussed it over dinner, we mentioned that it had received fairly positive reviews, so we must be out of the loop. Or, maybe it's just bad form not to like a film with such a hip alternative family, whose members apologize for "not being (their) highest (selves) lately." But, we both agreed that we didn't need to sit through gratuitous sex scenes and bad acting and that not loving the movie didn't make us intolerant. So there.
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