Hollywood for decades has been thinking that a web of lies and a build-up of more and more ridiculous contortions to save those lies from being exposed before everything comes crashing down makes for a good story line. I'm utterly tired of it. But this movie actually succeeds in making us half-believe that the lies have not sprung from complete idiocy, but had some strong coercion. It's almost believable that he thinks he was doing the right thing. I particularly enjoy that there is no wholesome forgiveness waiting for the protagonist, just a partial one. So yeah, it's not a funny movie, the bong-smoking uncle is unnecessarily graphically gross, but it has some unexpected heart.
Review of Being Frank
