We saw two films about family silence and incommunicability. Marx Can Wait and Q. Both frustrate, in the same way as family silence and incommunicability do. Neither film leaves us feeling good. Sad rather. The films end and we're back in life, or still in life. I'm reading Suggested in the Stars. The character who narrates says she sometimes doesn't know if she's experiencing life inside or out of a movie. Either way I guess it's the same.