More idle Day-Lewis completism. Written and directed by his wife Rebecca Miller (daughter of Arthur). Quite poor.
The scenario has Day-Lewis play a once-idealistic Scotsman who became an American in the 1960s and is now in declining health. He lives with facially-inert daughter Camilla Belle in a Tolkien-esque hobbit-hole, buried in the side of a hillock in an otherwise-deserted commune on an island off the east coast of the U.S.A. (It must be summer. The geography of the island is not established very well.) Catherine Keener does what she can as his mainlander girlfriend (and that isn't much). For reasons unknown she takes payment from him and herds her two boys (soft Ryan McDonald and creepy Paul Dano) into the abode. Belle doesn't take this too well as she has an unhealthy fixation on her father; it's something like Lolita with all the Vladimir Nabakov removed.
The plot goes as you'd expect: mostly rejection of one sort (other humans) or another (NIMBYism) and some teenage wild life. Day-Lewis is solid but absolutely squandered.
Roger Ebert: three stars. Manohla Dargis at length. It's 1986! Oedipal. Peter Bradshaw: "a curious, overcooked affair, composed in the indie-70s manner of Hal Ashby."
