BASED on the memoirs of New York gossip columnist Jeanette Wells, The Glass Castle is supposed to tell us a story about a hippy family, railing against the system, bonded by nothing other than unconditional love.
Told through the structure of flashbacks, we see Jeannette (Brie Larson) as both an assured and confident adult and a terrified confused child – due to her utterly awful parents.
Unable to hold either a job or their drink the family continually flit from state to state, crappy house to crappy house, Woody Harrelson and Naomi Watts’ Rex and Rose are the annoying parents at your kid’s school who never wash their kids’ faces and send them in with nothing more than an orange for lunch, then call it character building.
Aside from a few tender moments, I ultimately failed to feel remorse or compassion for the parents.
How can you root for such awful people?
They aren’t hippies – they’re idiots who fully deserved to have their kids taken off them – so being asked to feel sorry for them was a step too far for me.
The Glass Castle desperately wants to be Captain Fantastic (2016’s best movie), but it isn’t even Private OK.
Were it not for mature performances from Larson, Watts and Harrelson, this wouldn’t be worth your time.
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