Keri Russell is the only reason to see this film. She is beautiful and adorable in the role, but far from a role model. After all, she is an enthusiastic adulterer, lures her new doctor into the affair, and openly despises her unborn child. Not exactly the stuff of Doris Day. To make this palatable, the writer invents an obnoxious husband who abuses her seriously throughout, controllin her every move. She submits obediently, but at least by film's start she had decided to leave him. For this the viewer cheers her on. Her 'family' consists of her fellow waitresses, one of whom is also an adulterer (guess there's not much to do in this obscure diner town), and the ditzy insecure one who marries another obnoxious man who spontaneously pronounces the worst poetry ever spoken. Are we supposed to be impressed with all this. Two characters are complete stereo typse, the manager and owner of the diner, both of whom spout out angry orders, but inside they reveal to Keri the waitress/pie maker (is that even a job description?) their hidden sweet side. Of course. My metaphor for this movie is the pies themselves. They look good, but are a nutritionist's nightmare. After eating them for a year you'd be a sickly balloon, not a happy go luck small towner with dreams (or not). So this story is all form and no content. The closing scene is so saccharine one can't help but cringe. There is the now divorced Keri in ecstasy as she serves out those ubiquitous pies in her own shop (the kindly owner who conveniently dies just as Keri gives birth wills her his business). Immediately at her child's birth she becomes a doting mother of the century, and heads down an empty road to nowhere with her cutey daughter in tow. Close credits. Excuse me, but I think I'm going to get sick to my stomach.