naways in an abandoned theater. Keri Russell (“Waitress”) and Jonathan Rhys Meyers (“Match Point”) are the parents.
The movie has more coincidences than the collected works of Charles Dickens and none of the characters are particularly likable. For all its optimism and supposed charm, the whole enterprise is deader than a Confederate victory party. Mark Mancina’s score, which at times is supposed to be at genius level, is mediocre at best.
Don’t bother with this one. PG