Family

Being a Taylor Schilling character means existing in perpetual frazzled discontent (The Overnight, Orange is the New Black) or functioning as an uptight automaton subjugated by professional demands (Atlas Shrugged, Take Me). In Laura Steinel’s Family, Schilling has to straddle both lines while also missing a purpose, no matter how much her character, hedge fund manager Kate, argues otherwise. She’s a career woman who, having said “thank you, no” to social expectations a long time ago, has only her career, and tells herself that this, like the dog wreathed by flames in the Internet’s most relevant contemporary meme, is fine.
Family’s unsurprising thesis is that this is not, in fact, fine. Sticking with one of comedy’s most traditional blueprints—someone who thinks they have it all is taught by circumstances that they actually don’t—Kate’s brother (Eric Edelstein) and sister-in-law (Alison Tolman) call on her to babysit their daughter, her niece, Maddie (Bryn Vale), in a time of utmost need: Her folks need to move grandma into hospice, which means being away from home, which means she Maddie needs looking after.
How hard could it be? Other than Kate’s aversion to dust particles and germs invisible to the naked eye—she apparently inhabits a physical space that’s as hermetically sealed as her emotional space—and her lack of experience in wrangling teenagers, stepping in as Maddie’s temporary caretaker sounds like a piece of cake. Sure, Kate has an important pitch to important clients on the horizon; sure, she’s training the company’s newest hire, Erin (Jessie Enis), in the merciless art of being a professional woman in a man’s world; and sure, Maddie is a major weirdo, offense to weirdos not intended. If Kate can make bank for herself and her clients despite the smog cloud of loathing her coworkers cast about her, then feeding a high schooler and making sure they do their homework, go to ballet and attend school can’t be that difficult.
Au contraire: It is that difficult, in part thanks to the Insane Clown Posse. Kids kept at the outside edges of popularity by their peers’ cruel mockery wander those edges looking for like-minded social exiles with whom to make communion. Kate isn’t a monster. She sees and, as the office pariah, understands Maddie’s feelings of isolation. What she can’t understand is feeling so isolated that hanging out with kids and adults who slather their faces with grease paint, pound entire bottles of Faygo and listen to grown men wonder aloud how magnets work seems preferable to being lonely.