Where the Heart Is

A chick flick that's as yummy as eating bon-bons.

Not possessing much in the way of a character arc, saints are boring to watch and impossible to act.

Unfortunately, the spirited performances (notably Stockard Channing as the benevolent Sister Husband) buckle under the weight of the implausibly overloaded script.

The scenes feel forced, producing episodic plotting and calling attention to the characters' superficiality.

So much plot is crammed in, it's like a feature-length soap.

Predictable, schmaltzy, and knock-you-over-the-head obvious in its attempts to be endearingly offbeat.