This movie is a mess, as one would expect from something distributed by Wolfe. The writing and production values are lower than the story needs to be adequately told, but the actors do their best with it. It's just edited and timed a little too unevenly: Chelsea Handler's comedic turn yelling support for her kid at the first soccer practice, for instance, is a little cheezy but she's trying her best with it. Instead, though, the whole thing feels off because there's not enough breathing room or the right angles to really tell the story there--we never see the kid, for instance, and the tone is off.

It's well-intentioned, but it could realistically have been three separate stories told separately. Ruby Dee's parts were the most effective emotionally. The other two were clumsier, but what can be said is that they found the right endings: they didn't glorify toxic relationships, the women weren't made to be playthings of men, they had strength and they found independence, and they didn't use one toxic man to make another look good--in fact, they showed shades of toxicity. It just deserved to be told better.