Kelly used to be cool. She used to be in a band inspired by Sleater-Kinney called Wet Nap; her husband used to be an artist. Now she's trapped in suburbia with an infant and the soundtrack of constant crying, while her husband works long hours at his sellout advertising job. One day when the baby won't stop wailing, she leaves him in his crib and goes out in the backyard to sneak a smoke. A teenage guy appears over the fence, bums a cigarette, and segues quickly into saying, entirely inappropriately, "You have great tits." She's shocked and pissed, and tells him to get the hell out of there; then she sees he's in a wheelchair. Her guilt spawns a friendship, one that seems increasingly inappropriate itself. Kelly is played by Juliette Lewis with a sort of tenderness and disassociation that together make an entirely human performance that verges on greatness; Jonny Weston is smart-mouthed, lively, funny, and hurt as Cal; and Josh Hopkins is believably clueless as Kelly's husband. Cybill Shepherd also makes as much as possible out of the role of the mother-in-law, which starts out as a stereotype but doesn't stay there. The plot may be predictable, but the acting and the direction—by Jen McGowan—make the film feel real.