Jonathan Demme's "Rachel Getting Married" brought to mind a John Cassevettes film for the well-heeled.
With a screenplay by Jenny Lumet and a jerky, handheld videocam, it felt more improvisatory less energetic than earlier Demme films like "Something Wild."
As the alienated, self-loathing daughter in rehab (with a secret) who comes home for her sister's wedding, with raccoon eyes, Anne Hathaway gives the movie an undertow, though the yuppified Connecticut wedding guests and soundtrack music are almost comically multi-culti and globalized. The toasts to the couple were new-age platitudes, though I doubt Demme intended it that way.
Still, the sisters' rivalry, vying for Daddy's attention, and Debra Winger's absent mother were drawn well.