four male writer couldn not hang any of this film together in spite of some great old star ( louise fletcher and genevieve bujold ) who try their best with a leaden script and subversive fundamentalist message . clichés . let me count the way . i believe i have never be privy to so many in this one loooooong contrive movie that must have go straight to dvd . it wouldn not survive a friday night at the local odeon . traumatic event in childhood conveniently forget by the star who by the way have to be one of the most irritating actress ever and she run the gamut of emotion from a to b to quote a famous critic . she squeak her line and do a lot of bat with the eye . awful to watch her . the granddaughter be forbidden to see the grandmother a an eleven year old child but then make no effort to see her a an adult even though she profess undying love for her . she behave like a receptionist in her high career in new york and excite over her birthday and her new boyfriend and her bos . the audience be not privy to what everyone do for a living . it be strictly so she can give up her career ( in that fundy way ) to settle down and get over that nonsense . the caretaker sculptor turn out to have invest in microsoft when he be twelve ( doesn not everybody . ) and be now wealthy but live a a boatman or bum . the secret be not get work up into a froth over . fisticuffs a plenty and the odd and strain dialogue . squeaky clean too . she accuse her bos of travel all the way to maine so he could jump her . man that spin me sideways before i burst out laugh . jump . wha . i have never hear a woman use that term . guy and yes . and it go on and on and on and on and on . each cliché heavy than the one before it until it collapse and whimper and under the pro life end . i give it negative . the scenery and the inn be truly lovely and so be the haunting music .