All Your Children

I had read Tom Perotta's novel Little Children sometime in the past couple years, but if pressed for details, I wouldn't be able to give 'em. So I was pleased to find out last year that the story was being brought to the big screen; surely that would shake loose some more opinions and memories about the story. Besides, one of my fave gals Kate Winslet was to be in it. Enough said. In the end it didn't really matter. Though the screenplay was written by the author (usually helpful) and the film had a narrative tone (literally) to it, the film is compelling enough to be its own entity. The casting was so perfect on every single character that you feel like you're peeking in windows, an accessory to the sorrow and secrecy. Is suburban living really this bad? Or really this good...