These are a few of our unfavorite things: Meryl Streep's eyes through a glaze of tears. Meryl Streep's nose raw with crying. Meryl Streep's pale cheeks flushed with passion and/or misery. (Of course, we love everything else about Meryl Streep. Really
she's a middle-aged pediatrician married to manly artist Liam Neeson, who sculpts big things from raw wood and scrap metal. When their sullen adolescent son (pedophile pin-up Edward Furlong) is accused of murdering his girlfriend, the illusion of their happy marriage is brutally shattered. Barbet
Schroeder's adaptation of Rosellen Brown's novel sets out to be a provocative dissection of the tensions -- pr...