This is the miracle mop movie. Dianne Ladd plays a character named Grandma Ghost. I thought of you. I remember when you used to play violin, by the open window, a piece of yourself left like a mean dog to guard the door. One day soon we’ll have to hit the road, purchase candy necklaces from Last Chance fill-stations and dig a receding America. This movie’s alright but the trailer’s better. You watch that trailer and you’re like, “Damn, that looks like a sick-ass J. Law revenge pic!” It is and it isn’t.