Movie Review: A Home at the End of the World

Published September 24, 2004 9:15 am

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Rated R for strong drug content, sexuality, nudity, language and a disturbing accident; 96 minutes; opening today at the Broadway Centre Cinemas.

Colin Farrell stars as Bobby, a sweet-tempered Cleveland boy with quite a life history: trying LSD in the '70s, making out with his best friend Jonathan in the '70s while also charming Jonathan's mom (Sissy Spacek) into smoking pot, then becoming the fulcrum of a love triangle with the adult Jonathan (Dallas Roberts) and Woodstock refugee Clare (Robin Wright Penn) in the '80s. First-time director Michael Mayer and author Michael Cunningham (The Hours), who adapted this script from his own novel, believe in the healing power of Bobby's blissed-out sexual charm - and Farrell's magnetism is almost enough to sell the idea. But the story devolves into a contest to see which character can be the most selfish and eccentric. With these folks in the room, the end of the world can't come soon enough.