This is a very sad movie. It is also Robert Altman's worst, which makes it sadder. A Prairie Home Companion is a wonderful radio show. At times I have thought that it would be a great program to export abroad, especially to those nations that do not like the US right now, to show another side to this nation, a more quiet, sedate, tranquil side, at times ironical, at times bordering on the tragic, and always resilient, as in the end of so many episodes of Lake Wobegon, "where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and children are above-average." In effect, the only real challenge for this film would have been to visualize what a radio program can only do orally: in this case, the lengthy Lake Wobegone narratives which usually put closure to A Prairie Home Companion. It would have been so easy. All one needed to do was to focus on Garrison Keillor's face and engage in extreme close-ups, especially of his lips and eyes. The Lake Wobegon material, however, was precisely what was absent from this movie. Instead, one got multiple vignettes, the only thing Altman has ever managed to do in any of his films to date, wherein famous actors do their usual cameo roles, and badly in this case, except for Lily Tomlin, who was magnificent in a serious role. This is a very sad movie about a great radio show. For Altman, of course, it's simply business as usual.