Description

The Scanlon siblings, who have never gotten along, are gathering from far and wide for the wake of their mother, Bridget, one of the few saints on earth. As she lies in her casket in the cluttered Scanlon living room, family emotions run wild with each new arrival. This is a deeply human and heartfelt portrait of a big brawling family filled with foibles, kindness, old wounds, and passion. There’s a feeling of a home that has seen much pain but also has heard some laughter. And the Scanlons can laugh. They’re Irish and Allen remembers that too. (Los Angeles Times) One gets a feeling of seeing something deeply personal and poignant from Allen’s childhood. Coming from Steve Allen, this is accomplished with plenty of laughs and some deadly accurate portraits… We can see a hint of a humorous Eugene O’Neill here. (Milwaukee Journal) One int. set