The problem is, it doesn't seem to know what kind of movie it is.
It's a romantic comedy. It's a portrait of a low point in a marriage. It's a snapshot of an American family. It's a love letter to immigrants assimilating and maintaining their cultures. It looks, from the previews, like it's going to be about a husband leaving his wife for another woman, or perhaps it's about a married couple realising they still love each other after years of taking each other for granted. Or no, wait, it's about a thin mother making her chubby daughter feel like crap. Or no...it's about an extended family with a grandmother who drinks. (It is me, or does Cloris Leachman look a lot like Robin Williams?)
It is a big ol' pot of soup with too many ingredients and not enough salt. Not that it's necessarily bad soup...but it's not very filling or satisying.
(This was the 88th film I've seen this year - I have now broken my record of 87 from last year! And with tickets already bought for Meet the Fockers today and The Aviator tomorrow, it's all good, and it's all gravy.)