Future sociologists will find this movie an interesting subject, delving into the ennui of the alcohol-infused upper middle class. Self-absorbed, self-pitying characters with a decidedly small-town ethos mope about but never seem to develop any passion or joie de vivre except for the graphic artist youngster who does an Amy Winehouse when confronted with rehab. Ben Mendelssohn can't seem to decide if he is truly filled with angst or is still portraying the snarky Bloodline character. I found his acting less than believable. The movie was, however, better than watching some dumb Batman or Aquaman or one of the other "superhero" films out there.
Review of The Land of Steady Habits
