Meryl Streep has made some dull movies in her life, but -- whew! -- none so limp as this. In Dancing at Lughnasa, five downtrodden sisters in 1930s Ireland cope with the arrival of a dying/crazy brother as well as the father of one of thier sons. They may be sad sacks, but play a little ditty and these girls get up off their feet and hit the dance floor -- er, the dance dirt, seeing as there's not much floor to hit. Confused, random, and awfully self-important, this film should never have been made.