The movie is narrated by Astrid Magnussen, played by Lohman in several different years and weathers of her life. I don't hold the beauty of the actresses against them, but I wish the movie had not been so pleased with the way the sunlight comes streaming through their long blond hair and falls on their flawless skin and little white summer dresses. Aren't there any foster mothers who are old, tired, a little mean and doing it for the money? The performances are often touching and deserve a better screenplay. Then you get a Russian capitalist who dresses like a gypsy, uses her foster kids as dumpster-divers, and runs a stall at the Venice Beach flea market. Then you get an actress who lives in a sun-drenched beach house in Malibu and becomes her best friend. When you are a teenage girl and your mother is jailed for murder and you are shipped to a series of foster homes, isn't it a little unlikely that each home would play like an entertaining episode of a miniseries? First you get a sexy foster mom who was "an alcoholic, a cokehead and dancing topless-and then I was saved by Jesus," although she still dresses like an off-duty stripper. The story is determined to be colorful and melodramatic, like a soap opera where the characters suffer in ways that look intriguing.
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