Middle aged suburban Dad goes to heavily guarded concert, lies about childhood cancer, brings up carbon monoxide at amazingly odd times, periodically sees geriatric ghosts, brags way too openly about his hobbies to complete strangers, underestimates those that are closest, takes his shirt off for no reason, and knows precisely how to use a bicycle in the end.

This film was so damn long and had just about as many false endings as Return of the King. I thought the film ended the first time and, no shit, there was FOURTY FIVE MINUTES left!

One star for the uneven whackadoo Hartnet performance. And another for the concert-based first half which, on a technical level, had to have been a real bitch to pull off.