His Three Daughters didn’t goose me into watching it after checking out the first fifteen minutes on the day it released on Netflix. And it’s a 2023 movie so figured I could skip it. And then everyone and his brother’s sisters mother started watching it so, sigh, might as well join in the fun… of a movie about a dying dad.

Yeah, does the fun ever stop? Carrie Coon, Elizabeth Olsen, and Natasha Lyonne’s raspy voice star in this fun-fueled romp about three sisters waiting for their dad to die in hospice. They talk and they argue and they debate over his life and how he should die.

And, hey, it’s an actor’s movie. These three ladies give themselves a serious workout playing three-dimensional characters. Must have been a joyful return to her indie roots for Olsen after spending so much time on green screens for Marvel. And Carrie Coon is always welcome and Lyonne can whisper raspilly in my ear all day long.

But man does it feel like a technical exercise to me. I appreciated everyone’s acting talent and the structure of the script where we only hear about the dad for the majority of the runtime. It’s the kind of movie (or play) you want if you want to be a serious actor or screenwriter.

But I struggled my way through it, waiting for it to hit me in the feels. Which it never did, not even in the final act. Because I’m an inhuman monster. A Vulcan, Hal 9000, pick your monotone.

But I’m happy I made it through it and I can’t deny its qualities as a film. And if these fine thespians made you cry in the end, then you’re a better human being than me and I admire you. Beep boop.

Score: 76