Anyone who endured Jennifer Jason Leigh and Alan Cumming's The Anniversary Party or James Toback's Two Girls and a Guy will know to be wary of single location Hollywood ensemble pieces where actors use their real names, and In Memory of My Father ticks every self-important, shallow-insight box.

Barely bothering to introduce characters and relationships, the movie protractedly recounts the old man's wake, focussing on his four sons (Sisto, Jaymes, Keeslar and Healy), and their various woman issues, including Jaymes' jailbait fling and Sisto's recently lesbian spouse, plus Greer as their dad's money-hungry trophy wife.

Aiming for the loose style of Curb Your Enthusiasm or Robert Altman's movies, writer/director/producer/editor/star Jaymes instead has a stopped clock sense of comic timing - i.e. hitting the mark twice a day.

Not even the Belle and Sebastian soundtrack can add depth to the been-there-done-that mockumentary format or the fortune cookie philosophising, while the improv acting sports more f-words than Gordon Ramsay at a Scarface convention.

Not a memory to cherish.

Rob Daniel