The only thing that could’ve made Vergara’s contribution grislier would have been to fellate a Chiquita banana.
It’s no wham-bam VFX sizzle reel replete with ejaculatory climaxes, but the magnificently sustained equivalent of Ravel’s “Bolero,” with nuclear warheads in place of timpani rolls.
Any potential flights of invention or creativity are subordinate to the plain and emphatic delivery of life lessons.
Its earnest and undeniably tender touch couldn’t have come at a better time.