The screening squeaked passed me, but I was interested enough to catch a showing at the regular theaters. Still in its first two weeks of release, the production was relegated to a smaller screen. Nonetheless, the atmosphere was quaint and homey, the front row seats weren't too close, so we had plenty of foot room and the entire theater to ourselves save for the small group of three in the back.

A cast too tantalizing to pass up, all perform well, while Denzel rocks. He'd been losing his edge up until "Training Day" where he once again earned my allegiance. It's his relentless character that drives this little film.

With the bump and sputter of an indie, the big names and strong acting pull the viewer through this propaganda piece by the heart.

The film makes strong statements against HMO's, current health insurance politics (for the John Q's in the States) with an implication that socialized medical would solve the problem.

John and wife struggle to make ends meet financially; adding insult to injury, their son collapses on the baseball field. The rest of the picture John struggles to get his son's name on the heart recipient list. James Woods plays the doctor whose "hands are tied," Anne Heche, the now cliché tough hospital administrator doin' the tying.