This is straight Hallmark movie-of-the-week stuff, folks, perfume’d up to be “art film / critics darling / blockbuster”…whatever works, just pay at the cash-register. And have you bought the best-selling novel, yet? How about the action figures?…err…Crisco cook book? It all seems so vanilla - and at 2 and a half hours - how much vanilla can one digest before they need…well…HELP! There are some fine performances, no doubt, but they pale in comparison to other similar-themed flicks like “Driving Miss Daisy” - “Steel Magnolias” - “The Color Purple” - and can I get a “Fried Green Tomatos” to cut thru the after-taste? Did I mention that poop-pie is a critical plot device? Open wide, sista…