As far as I can tell, there are five stories going on here. Three of them just engender an uneasy mixture of pity and derision for the characters. But the other two will make you physically ill.
That's all I ask in a movie. To have me cautiously resting my finger on the Pause button, in case I have to run real quick-like to the bathroom to launch my lunch.
Also, any movie with Phillip H. Seymour Watterson James Filbert Hoffman in it automatically rules.
***1/2
Happiness
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