Lamentably, it’s impractical to discuss the most interesting thematic aspect of the film, a mysterious, light harboring suitcase, which both offers a truly unique fantasy element and does its best to detract from the overall lost tone of the film.
And that tone confusion is where the true crux of the film lies. It’s at once hastily detached from sentimentality and run-of-the-mill principles, yet when the satire doesn’t register it’s equally detached from the audience. Should we take the bait and give a crap? The end result is a restless mixture of something pleasant, benign and yet completely slight. One even gets the feeling that the filmmaker couldn't care less which path you choose.
And I can’t really bring this up without referencing one of the most bizarre Q&As led by the Byington himself. It’s always difficult to introduce the Q&A element into a review, given that it won’t be a ritual component to a hypothetical viewer, but it’s worth mentioning when one sits through a movie and wonders if all of it’s just some joke on the audience as the camera fixes on the young female ingénues on display. Add to that the director disregarding every question from the audience, behaving rather flip and fixating on how much he wanted one of his actresses, Stephanie Hunt (Friday Night Lights) to take her top off.
In the end if we do really care about the textual meaning of our films it seems the phrase “somebody up there likes me” could be confirming the worst possible suspicion: that some folks are still rewarded good fortune in spite of being loathsome.