If each family member has a thousand reasons to hate one another, and it seems there are none—none—to love, then an ordinary dinner turns into an ancient tragedy. And we already see not a mother with three grown children sitting at the table—no, the picture changes: before us are painful memories, deep resentments, a suppressed rage, regrets, ugly emotional scars, and an unwillingness to forgive. The burden of the past is so heavy that it can crush the future. What we have here is a portrait of a family disfigured by decaying love and the omnipotence of death.