A sterling performance from Sigourney Weaver helps to prop up an otherwise routine domestic drama, which charts the rippling aftereffects of a teen suicide through the tranquil shallows of a middle-class household.

All the hallmarks of suburban dysfunction are reasuringly in place, from the shuffling adolescent hero (Emile Hirsch) to the chill family gatherings to the dark, buried secret. And although Weaver clearly relishes her turn as a cocktail-party Valkyrie - smoking joints on the lawn and cutting her hand on a shard because "they don't make shot glasses as strong as they used to" - she inevitably stirs up memories of similar roles in The Ice Storm or A Map of the World. Debut director Dan Harris makes a token show of rearranging the furniture, but can't shake the sense that we've all been here before.