Laura (Vera Farmiga) has vowed never to see her former–drug dealer father, Jack (Christopher Plummer), ever again. But now Jack has been kicked out his nursing home for bad behavior, and she has to drive him across three states to deposit him with her sister (Kristen Schaal). Mildly wacky road-trip shenanigans ensue, such as the gentle kookiness of Jack selling pot to Buddhist monks. But the indignities to which writer-director Shana Feste subjects her characters in the name of family dramedy verge on the uncomfortable, particularly because she deploys them only because there’d be no story if she didn’t. Jack’s reliance on adult diapers is a focus of strained humor as he uses them to smuggle the pot stash he’s unloading to old friends along the way, but worse is the utter obliviousness Laura has to maintain about what her father—with the help of her teenaged son (Lewis MacDougall)—is up to on their travels. The cast is a sheer delight to spend time with, but we do end up pitying them rather more than a lighthearted story about their inevitable reconciliation should demand.
By
MaryAnn Johanson