Harrison's Flowers
On one level, Harrison’s Flowers is a classic bad movie. Look at the very first scenes: a lovely New Jersey home, lovingly shot through a curtain of drizzle; a lovely wife, played by the always lovely Andie McDowell; two lovely tykes; and finally, the return of the Husband the Lens Warrior, played by crumpled, hirsute, but unvanquished Harrison Lloyd (David Straithorn, a solid actor who, considering his winning mix of masculinity and sensitivity – a stripped of liberal hangups – remains curiously underused).