A massage therapist is unable to do her job when stricken with a mysterious and sudden aversion to bodily contact. Meanwhile, her uptight brother's floundering dental practice receives new life when clients seek out his healing touch.
Intermittently funny but erratically structured, it's a rare disappointment from Shelton.
Despite charming support from Ellen Page and Scoot McNairy, and a few chuckles, the characters’ bourgeois concerns fails to trip the give-a-shit switch, and the most memorable moment is Andrew Bird’s ‘Skin Is, My’ over the credits.
Vaguely amusing in places but it mostly drifts by making little impact.
The algebra of the relationships doesn't quite add up to a satisfying conclusion.
A disappointment.
Decent performances, but the film as a whole is a dramatic and thematic mess.
Innocuous then, but sadly lacking the wit and insight of Shelton's far superior Your Sister's Sister.
General release. Check local listings for show times.