Shana Feste’s shameless sucker-punch of a drama, which romps all over the emotional messiness of mourning like a frenetic feline on a catnip-covered floor, is a straight up grief-fest. After the film’s martyr – Aaron Johnson’s jockish, jocular Bennett – perishes in a car accident before the opening credits, the movie lays out how each of the teen’s family members process their loss. Mum (Susan Sarandon) breaks down into a hyperactive, hysterical bundle of nerves; Dad (Pierce Brosnan) shuts down entirely; and the younger brother (Johnny Simmons), a former substance abuser, simply stares numbly off into space. And then the screaming – and crying, and oh-the-humanity Oscar baiting – starts in earnest. Given that Sarandon played this same role so sublimely before in Moonlight Mile, her devolution into theatrical gnashing of teeth is particularly disappointing, but no one – not Brosnan’s patriarch nor Mulligan’s waif – comes out of this pity party unscathed.