Robert De Niro wrecks everything as an abusive stepdad gradually revealing his toxically masculine core. His performance elevates what would otherwise be another functional period domestic drama with a dickish protagonist made to seem less dickish by his youth and his inferior position to his stepdad. De Niro's sax solo is a comic gem, though, and deserves recognition.
This is a movie that understands in its bones how fucking lonely and awful it is to be the smartest person in the room.
The room, of course, is full of people who would never call themselves stupid but most certainly are. Those people would also likely never understand this movie, much less like it. Which is a shame, 'cause if those people could empathize with these characters, maybe the smartest people in the room wouldn't be so fucking lonely.
The cycle's vicious and unending.
We're just waiting for that bus, hoping it'll take us to somewhere we belong.