This starts with some used-up broad explaining how becoming a parent made her selfish. Not exactly news, but it's nice to hear someone admit it. Not that being self-aware has done her any good, because her whole family is hilariously fucked: she got caught having an affair, her husband is an alcoholic who's constantly eating shit from his boss, her oldest son flunked out of collage and is addicted to 8-bit porn, her other son is still a bed wetter at the age of way too old for that, a third son died in a fire, and their teenage daughter is a real cutie which means that sooner or later they'll have to deal with me hanging around. So what's the plot? There's a murder in the neighborhood. Because that's what this movie needed- some melodrama. Apparently they were concerned that a whole movie full of crying, yelling, pointless arguing, sulking, and finding out that your kid is a serial killer ("These things happen," says the dad about that last one) might not be enough though, so just to be safe they wrap it all up with an assault, a suicide, and another fire. Remember U2's "Zoo TV" tour, where they bombarded the audience with endless video images, catch phrases, and pop culture references in order to make a unique, visionary statement about mass media that they ripped off from Sigue Sigue Sputnik? Well, imagine if that tour was sponsored by the Lifetime Movie Network and you'll have a pretty good idea what sitting through this flick is like. Except Zoo TV had better music. Probably.