I must have been on drugs when I didn't like this movie on first viewing. Actually, I was on drugs--I'd just had my wisdom teeth out that morning, and was sprawled on the couch, sipping at the can of ginger ale I'd washed down the Vicodin with. Plus, the pain made it hard to feel that much empathy for the travails of the characters. "Stop bitching, Franklin," I muttered. "It's not like they're removing your wisdom teeth."
Whatever. I get it now. There's nothing I can say to praise it that hasn't been said better by others. It's the best.