An epidemic of suburban hysteria, such as a lice outbreak, should make a perfect backdrop for a good period piece. Any era is defined in part by where people directed their irrational fears. The meat and bones of such a story would still have to be the character relationships, but weaving in a healthy dose of atmospheric paranoia would add those crucial components of dimension and flavor.
Set in the early '80s and aware of that fact almost to a fault, Derick Martini's Lymelife has all the ingredients to be such a film... if only it made good on the title's implied promise of focusing on Lyme disease. Sure, there's the worrywart mother (Jill Hennessy...