Falling Down the Rabbit Hole

I’m not going to try to pick holes in Rabbit Hole, nor am I going to pull a rabbit out of the hat as to how it could have been better. It was an appropriate sad movie for me since I was cheerless—chair-less, as you’ll soon read, is a different matter—having spent the better part of two days embedded in the couch in a sickly state. And because of my lethargy, I can’t summon the energy required to write a decent review. All you have to know is that it got decent reviews on Rotten Tomatoes. Check it out, but not because I told you to.