It amazes me that a film this dull can be received as poignant. While it might the stultifying effects of parenthood and career, it's done in such a delberately vague manner, the film itself is banal. There really is no story, just a series of mundane occurences. Such a framework is intended to focus on the characters and their interactions. In The Secret Lives of Dentists, only Leary's character is alive, and he isn't on screen enough to make the film worthwhile.

The Secret Lives of Dentists is the kind of film in which what is not said is intended to have more of an impact than what is. But the characters are so insipid (except for Leary) and Randolph's approach is deliberately understated that the film is bland and unmemorable.