For the first half hour I found this unbearable. All the high-end New York society displaying their talent, I found myself shrinking with mute embarrassment. In that milieu I'd be in an institution within weeks. And it's always tempting to see a pretty actress playing damaged and mad as easy Oscar bait. But I'd heard Jenny Lumet, the screenwriter, talking about her dad and Bob Fosse arguing over how to stack a dishwasher, but I didn't know how that scene ended, and I found it quite powerful. I began to find the family quite plausible and the film an interesting portrait, even if they were all so far out of my own experience. I suppose the underlying tragedy might seem easy or cheap but it enabled me to relate to the unfixable damage, when a more nebulous problem might not have done. And I found the wedding itself, with Neil Young's Unknown Legend, very moving. So, I'm won over.