That's Life!

It is pretty hard to think about the frailty of the human condition, as That's Life!'s poster promises we'll be able to do, when the film's protagonist is as rich as Croesus. 

We're in a giant estate in Malibu, for fuck's sake, but we're supposed to sympathize with a man who is bored or anxious or, like, vaguely dissatisfied or irritated. 

Worse yet, the screenplay undermines the stakes of this man's crisis by letting us know before we even meet this asshole that his wife is worried about whether or not she might have throat cancer. So the whole time this movie wants us to sympathize with this rich white dude and whatever midlife crisis he's experiencing, we already know that someone else in the family is having a life and death situation that just makes his crisis feel silly. 

And this isn't to say that anxiety or nervous breakdowns or whatever aren't real, but it's hard to identify with or pity someone this rich.