That depends. Do you go to the movies to escape your own problems or do you pay to absorb the dour hardships of others? Land offers a near-two-hour marathon of latest Starbucks-approved pop songs.
Interested parties, the ticket line forms The problem, for me, is that I never felt compelled to care for the superficial beings plodding through Land. Our tour guide is Carter (Adam Brody), a that offbeat scenario should have led to funnier jokes but never does. When his mom (JoBeth Williams) confesses that grandma Phyllis (Olympia Dukakis) is ill, Carter jets to Michigan.
.. not to sit by nana's bedside but because he thinks neighbors, the Hardwickes.
I know Hollywood executives assume everyone in Middle America talks openly with their neighbors, but it's ridiculous how (Makenzie Vega) open up to this stranger. Parish priests have a harder time Land isn't without merit. Brody is a likeable actor.
Unfortunately, he knows it. Still, he spices up a few scenes before Kasdan's overly analytical Kasdan writes in a way he assumes people talk, but really don't. Similar criticism was leveled at Brody's last television project, The O.
C. Everyone on that show spoke as if they were 30 years older than their actual age, and I was reminded of that constantly with Land. As a movie, it has a supreme case of navel-gazing, and that rarely translates well to the screen.