Little Miss Sunshine was nothing but trouble for the film industry. While the film itself still holds up, years on from its surprise Oscar wins - it's warm without being sentimental or saccharine, Steve Carrell's rarely given a better performance, and it manages not to completely crap over the young Abigail Breslin's dream of pageant glory whilst criticising the practice - its influence is far more suspect. To a degree Hollywood is still in the throws of a post-Little Miss Sunshine twee-pocalypse. In some cases the success of the film lead to good films like Juno getting made; at the same time, it also meant that a lot of shallow, surface-level quirky films about dysfunctional families got made. Jesus Henry Christ is once such film. The poster boasts the requisite bright colour scheme and cobbled-together collage look of a poster and the finished film has a similar feel, in a bad way. The premise is nominally about the troubles of raising a test tube baby, with Little Miss Sunshine's Toni Collette the mom opposite Michael Sheen as a potential surrogate father for the troubled, dad-less kid, but it never really goes anywhere. And neither does Sheen's performance.