The picture has no discernible reason for being. It's impossible to identify with characters who seem so fond of their own misery, they can't be bothered to communicate even the most basic facts about themselves.
This is the kind of movie where someone gets unreasonably upset over a broken plate and you realize that the plate is actually supposed to be a metaphor for a broken relationship -- at which point you begin to glance longingly toward the fire exits.
In this careful, dot-to-dot prestige picture, everybody learns their lessons on cue, the abusive ex gets his comeuppance and the bear (played by Bart the Bear) who nearly murdered Mitch is freed from confinement by Einar and Griff.
It's awful not in an exciting, uncontrolled way but in an overly controlled, narcotized way, an imitation of too many inspirational heal-the-pain dramas that Miramax has released since the dawn of their Oscar age.