Michael Mayer’s directorial bow, A Home at the End of the World, is so sweet-natured and well-meant that taking it to task is like rapping a beagle on the nose for being too cute. But for all its good intentions, this drippy, decades-spanning drama — in which two once-affectionate childhood friends (Colin Farrell and Dallas Roberts) and a free-spirited NYC boho (Robin Wright Penn) form a complex love triangle — is as vacuous as the self-absorbed characters it celebrates. Lazy, too: The ’60s are defined by a cheesy acid trip and some Jefferson Airplane; Wright Penn’s zest for life is demonstrated by her bright red hair (crazy!); and Farrell, wearing a ludicrous Bob Mackie-meets-Bon Jovi wig, conveys compassion by turning on his doe eyes every two minutes or so. Maybe he was just trying to avoid rolling them.
EXTRAS A short, snoozy, behind-the-scenes doc, in which Farrell (and his frightful faux ‘do) is suspiciously absent. However, Sissy Spacek does confirm the rumors that her corker of a costar is indeed endowed with a huge…sense of commitment.