Superior Donuts by Tracy Letts (2008)

Total crap packed with cliches, from the genius ghetto kid novelist who shops at Whole Foods and has a thing for health food (though still of course in debt to the mob), to the younger woman with a thing for an older skanky hippy guy, to the homeless woman who’s part of the family, to scrappy racist immigrants. An obvious attempt to write a broad comedy. Doesn’t go well.