This weepfest really pulls out all the stops: Not only is Meryl's sister (Diane Keaton) dying of leukemia, her dad's (Hume Cronyn) almost a vegatable, and her son's (Leonardo DiCaprio) a rotten pyromaniac. Poor Meryl. There's a lot of talent that elevates this being movie of the week material, but it's still hard to be thrilled by the melodratic histrionics, Leo or no. Family angst and reconciliation... bleargh. More than anything, though, I wonder who would want to go see the play this was based on?