This is a movie about a young girl called Pippa, in a family with five brothers, her mother hooked on amphetamines, who grows up, in her words, to be a "f**k-up." She is redeemed by an older man attracted to young women, and when Pippa becomes older, turns her in for a newer model. But it is never clear whether the reason for Pippa's condition is nature or nurture. And her husband, the boy next door, her lesbian aunt and girlfriend, her ugly children, and the rest of the characters in the milieu are all superficial and trite, with no apparent bearing on the issue, while the casting and acting is largely poor, and many of the scenes gratuitous, as if the author could not figure out what else to say. The cinematography is good, particularly the time transitions, but all in all, another pointless film that says more about Hollywood, or suburban New York, where it is set, than about real people. It was genuinely painful to watch, tho that may have been the intent. In Italian hands it would have been a very funny sex farce.
Review of The Private Lives of Pippa Lee
