The Family Pile review: Warm and sometimes funny, but lacking in sparkle

Get our free weekly email for all the latest cinematic news from our film critic Clarisse Loughrey Get our The Life Cinematic email for free Get our The Life Cinematic email for free SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. In this case, the mixture is: four sisters recently bereaved; three husbands-slash partners; three kids; one affair between a sister and another sister’s hubby; and one very large house. Nicole’s attempts to impress buyers aren’t helped by her sister Yvette deciding to leave their other sister Ursula’s husband Austin tied up to their deceased parents’ marital bed after a sex game. It feels very much like it’s about to become something like a home of multiple multigenerational occupation, Bread-style, but with more sex and bad language than Nellie Boswell would have put up with. I particularly enjoyed fashion-conscious Gaynor’s description of her new nail varnish as “a new shade from the Gothic range, Midnight Haemorrhage”, and the bit when her kid accidentally runs into Nicole’s husband Stuart and cripples him.