Review of Four Daughters

. . . is a conglomeration of FIVE female siblings or more, warn the prophetic prognosticators of the always eponymous Warner Bros. here. This film illustrates how even a mere quartet of sisters is bound to confound, confuse and discombobulate an astute suitor, let alone an ordinary connubial layman. Inevitably the most comely, vivacious and outgoing gal (like DAUGHTERS' Ann) will draw all comers to herself as moths to a flame, and pretty much everyone will get burned. I can personally attest to the uncanny accuracy of the Warner seers. Before I endured FOUR DAUGHTERS, I wasted a total of five years mired amid two DIFFERENT quintets of sisterly rivalries. If anything, FOUR DAUGHTERS understates the dire dangers endemic to such distaff overdose. Hell hath no fury like the insidious infighting, constant carping, petty jealousies, hideous hair-pulling, gratuitous game-playing and inscrutable family feud secrets that seep out when too many sisters are stirring the pot. Fortunately, I eventually stumbled across a gal with NO sisters.