The story of a couple struggling through the first few days after the death of their young son, Leland Orser's Morning is an insufferable melodramatic mess, one whose incessant histrionics obstruct anything approaching insightful engagement with issues of loss and grief. Amid fuzzy, grainy memories of their departed kid, spacey Alice (Jeanne Tripplehorn) boozes it up in a hotel while solemn husband Mark (Orser) stays at home popping pills, trashing the place with a golf club, and smushing giant handfuls of shaving cream onto the bathroom mirror. When they're not buying their son new toys (her), sitting in an empty swimming pool (him), or puking into toilets (both), a committed Tripplehorn strives for genuine shell-shocked emotion. But the film gets in her way via maudlin episodes involving a chatty friend (Julie White), caring doctors (Laura Linney and Elliott Gould), and a housekeeper who, as the story's silent witness to all this showy suffering, sets up a candlelight vigil on the couple's front steps. It's a mannered, over-the-top approximation of real anguish and hopelessness that's so phony that it's borderline insulting to those who've truly experienced such tragedy.
Leland OrserJeanne Tripplehorn, Laura Linney, Leland Orser, Elliott Gould, Jason RitterLeland OrserAnchor Bay