Essentially, what we have here is almost two hours of ridiculous psycho- babble, or - when the participants are actually doing something as opposed to just talking - psycho-clowning. It certainly doesn't make for a very good advertisement for psycho-therapy. To be blunt, I'm not even sure exactly how this got started. Mark somehow gets convinced to attend an "intervention" which leads to him being checked into some sort of rehab clinic along with a bunch of others. Then, when the story picks up, it's family encounter day or some such thing, where everyone gets to invite one member of their family to work with - except that Mark invites both his ex-wife and his girlfriend. Not much worked here. The therapists (played by Andie McDowell and Colm Feore) struck me as being as much in need of therapy as anyone else involved with this. A shame, really, because both McDowell and Feore are pretty good actors, but they were wasted in these ridiculous roles. There's a certain degree of guilty, voyeuristic pleasure as we watch these people try to sort out their problems and lash out at each other while doing so. What there's not is any sense that you're watching a well put together movie or a well developed story. Eventually, the whole thing ends rather abruptly after a fire strikes the rehab facility and there's a predictable but quite unrealistic reconciliation that takes place as a result. To be honest, it seemed more like a 60's-70's group encounter session more than an "intervention."
