The movie trades in opposites. It takes the grubby, small-time desperation of its protagonist, David Clark, and dresses it in sitcom-friendly family tropes: an ersatz mom, dad, daughter and son assembled not by blood but by transaction and necessity. This deliberate mismatch is the film’s engine. The characters are archetypes given just enough specificity to feel lived-in: David’s cowardly cynicism; Rose’s brittle pluck; Casey’s embarrassing frankness; Kenny’s earnest awkwardness. The result is a cast of mismatched cogs that fit together awkwardly — and then, improbably, begin to turn.