"Steel Magnolias" is an emotionally barren experience throughout as it attempts to emulate the feeble "Beaches" (1988) and it largely accomplishes the same startling underachievement as that memorably lacklustre film. This time around we are introduced (or perhaps that should be we are subjected) to an assortment of constantly wittering women warbling on about a wealth of risible nonsense we are supposed to care about (or perhaps that should be find entertaining and funny), but in the main it is none of these things which is hardly surprising since much of it is aimed squarely at what will probably be a more appreciative female audience while the rest of us merely endure it - while wishing we were watching "Die Hard" instead - and we are never rewarded with anything of thought provoking consequence which might make any of it seem worthwhile.

You can tell from the start that this was adapted from the stage. The dialogue--for the most part--has the same earnest theatrics as your average play, and honestly it works fairly well in a knock-off Tennessee Williams kind of way. And the stage adaptation becomes even more evident when it shows itself to be a comedy tear-jerker. And, as I said, that's fine. It has pro-talent and it's always nice to bring the stage into your living room from time to time.