While I agree with movie critics who deemed LYMELIFE a derivative and routine look at dysfunctional suburban living, I think the movie gets one thing astoundingly right. Timothy Hutton’s performance as a middle-aged father suffering from late stage Lyme disease is so good, so subtle, it hurts to watch. He must have, must have, spent time with someone who has Lyme. And he even kind of looks like my dad.
I’m sad that the story of the movie lacks emotional depth . . . it has no heart. And I don’t think the movie knows what it wants to be. An indie comedy? A shocking melodrama? But to date this is the only narrative film I know of that treats Lyme like a disease rather than a joke. And for that I love it.