A wildly dysfunctional family reluctantly gathers to sit shiva for their late father, with complications both blackly humorous and sad. Old wounds are reopened, punches are thrown, unlikely or unwise sexual liaisons are accomplished. That Tropper manages to make any of this funny is little short of miraculous, but there are also tedious segments to endure. Rather like the seven days of mourning, I suppose.
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