The off-duty lives of three postmen who live in the same suburban development are more intertwined than they care to know: Stan, who works nights, by day visits the wives of the others. Home Sweet Home provides one of Leigh's most scathing portraits of the way our institutions fail us-from marriage, which this film is a great argument against, to the social service agencies, to the very notion of home itself. There's a lot of humor but little joy in the way June, wife of Harold Fish (she calls him by both names) steps out on her husband when she's not lost in romantic novels: no one can understand the suffering of a woman such as herself, Harold is told repeatedly, and we have to believe her. Harold himself is periodically reduced to autistically rendering rock-and-roll songs soto voce to comfort himself against the onslaught that is his wife/ we mean life. But the serious center of the film is Stan (played by Eric Richard): divorced, his child in an orphanage, he is the object of caring social workers who haven't a clue to the fact that, for a man like himself, home does not exist any more than it does for Colin in Meantime. Something has snapped; something is no more. If you can believe that Leigh has created a very funny comedy out of this, then you're ready for Home Sweet Home.