This movie does not know what it wants to be. Stop reading if you don’t want any spoilers.
You go into it thinking you’re watching something about the National Spelling Bee and a genius girl who believes letters are beautiful. She can magically see any word in her head.
Then we go off on this religous bend that takes over the rest of the movie, intertwined with one seriously, yet subtly, conflicted family.
Although the father (Richard Gere) never appears to be in a bad mood or overly pushy with his children, there’s a pressure in the house - coming from his desire for perfection and meaning - that makes every one of the family members lose their minds in some way.
Turns out the daughter becomes obsessed with the Kaballah. The son abandons his family for a cute girl and a new faith. The mother completely loses her mind after stealing trinkets from big, beautiful houses. And the father realizes that his perfect family is anything but.
This movie keeps referencing light. In a more lucid state, the mother gives her daughter a kaleidoscope, which sort of sets a tone for the movie—as if to say we don’t always know quite what we’re seeing as the light refracts the images before us…
I definitely didn’t know quite what I was seeing with this movie. I think it missed the mark and should have been billed differently.