Like the films of Ed Wood, this 2000 melodrama about grown children reflecting on their late father's verbal, physical, and sexual abuse fails so miserably at manipulating our emotions that it inadvertently becomes hilarious. The characters are flat and cliched, the dialogue awkward and unbelievable. Especially laughable is the father (Michael Hughes); early in the film he berates his young daughter so viciously that she wets herself, yet director Nancy Kucki still expects us to be surprised by every new layer of depravity in his soul. By the end of the first reel, I wanted the children to rise up against their oppressive father; by the end of the second, I wanted them to rise up against Kucki. 72 min.