Anne and Lewis are two teenagers living in Falin(g), Oregon. A small town that’s falling apart at the seams. Lewis works for his mother Cat at an estate shop that sells off the unwanted items of the foreclosed and the deceased. Anne lives in a house filled from floor to ceiling with items, because her mother Danica can’t throw anything away. From one perspective, it’s a love story, but what I like far more about Bad Houses is the meat of the story isn’t about Lewis and Anne finding one another; it’s about their personal growth, how they grow up, and how they are similar and different from their parents.
We’ve all been there. That moment when you have to decide, “Do I keep this? When did I last use it? Will I miss this when it’s gone? Maybe I should throw it away … Can I sell it?” How we come to this decision varies from person to person. Bad Houses is a story about people’s relationship to objects, hoarding, loss, love, and how different people relate to each of these things.
Five Piles of Popsicle Sticks out of Five!