The worst movie I've seen in a long time

There is so little character development in this movie that it is difficult, or nearly impossible, to care about any of these characters. For instance, we know Julianne Moore is depressed, but we have NO IDEA why. From her opening scene, she is teary-eyed and on the verge of a breakdown, and the heavy-handed soundtrack is constantly implying some DEPTH and MEANING to her pain. Yet all we really know about her life is that she has a nice husband, a cute boy, and a baby on the way. Yet for some reason, THIS IS TOO MUCH TO BEAR. Since she has no apparent problems, it is impossible to empathize with her, UNLESS one brings with them and inserts the culturally pervasive myth that ALL Amercian women were sad, repressed, etc. in the 1950s, for reasons that (again) need no explanation (even the myth lacks gravitas). But aside from reading that in, which I think we are all expected to do, there is nothing, literally nothing, there. I won't bother to get into the other two story lines, which are only slightly more developed (but which again require certain assumptive myths). And the pairing of Philip Glass's ultra-emotive soundtrack and the lack of any explanation of the subjects' pain (that isn't externally imposed by the viewer) registers particularly high on the unintentional comedy scale. Basically, if you bring with you the belief that all women in the 1950s were obviously unhappy, that any two women alone in the same room will kiss (for no apparent reason other than that this is simply what happens), that everyone contemplates suicide ALL THE TIME (often times for no discernable reason), etc., etc. etc. than you MIGHT enjoy this movie. If any of these (or countless other, yet equally necessary) presuppositions are not yours, you may have a hard time understanding why the characters are behaving as they are - there's certainly no character development to aid you in that understanding...