Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! We picked a festive, holiday-appropriate flick for today’s Throwback Thursday feature.
Released in 1995, Jodie Foster’s directorial follow-up to Little Man Tate was this family drama (or pitch-black comedy, depending on how you look at it) that features a seemingly coked-up Robert Downey, Jr. as “the gay son.” His homosexuality is not what’s really at issue here – it’s simply that he’s an obnoxious jerk. The relationship between him and sister Holly Hunter borders on the comically incestuous.
The slightly neurotic but sane Hunter returns home for the Thanksgiving holiday. To anyone who has suffered through family get-togethers, her anxiety is all the more empathetic as she is greeted by a varied assortment of relatives. Anne Bancroft and Charles Durning are her meddling though caring parents, Geraldine Chaplin is the flaky aunt, Cynthia Stevenson is fabulously crazed as Hunter’s majorly-anal sister, and in the always-excellent Downey is her spirited and jocular gay brother. (And hey – his boyfriend is played by Dylan McDermott at the absolute height of handsome).