I don't frequently tout movies here, I find that any movie has to be paritcularly good for me to even give it a passing grade. Thus I'm a little weirded out by the whole idea of even liking a movie like "Bonneville," starring Kathy Bates and a visibly-older-than-I-remember Jessica Lange. The story begins with the death and subsequent cremation of Lange's long-time husband, and self-described "man of the world." Lange's step-daughter, in what I would consider a coup of sheer casting genius, is played by Christine Buranski. (you might remember her as Cybill Shepherd's perpetually drunk gal-pal from the TV show "Cybill.") The step daughter, who for reasons that are never adequately explained, seems intent upon ruining her stepmother's life by calling for the burial of the father next to her birth mother, very much against whatever even the father might have wished for. Buranski plays a visibly up-tight sort, punctuated by the custom ringtone the father picked for his wife's cell phone; the sound is that of a woman's voice shreiking, horror-movie-style, every time the daughter calls. That in itself is absolutely hysterical. Lange and two girlfriends decide to take the ashes to the daughter's planned ceremony in the late husband's 1966 Pontiac Bonneville convertible, and, as you might expect, all manner of highjinx occur along the way; fear not, though, nothing particularly bad happens, and this part of the movie ends up more like Road to Bali than Thelma and Louise. By the time they reach the ceremony, Lange's character has strewn the better part of her late husband's ashes over the places that meant the most to them as a couple, leaving but a handful in the urn. Another of Lange's friends compensates for these supposed misdeeds, at least as seen from the eyes of the daughter, in a way that will make you laugh out loud. You'll have to see the movie to know the whole story. It was interesting to share a perspective with the deceased in this movie, and I can only hope that noone ever calls for my remains to be locked in a coffin for the rest of eternity, at least not all of them. Something in that just wouldn't be ADD-proper, to say the least.