Doing Time on Maple Drive is a 1992 American made-for-television drama film written by James Duff and directed by Ken Olin.

The movie stars James Sikking, Bibi Besch, William McNamara, Jayne Brook, David Byron, Lori Loughlin and Jim Carrey.

Early the next morning, she gives Matt the letter, breaks the engagement, and leaves after saying that she won't reveal his secret.

One day, he comes home with Phil and his siblings to find Lisa sitting on the couch and crying due to reading a note from Allison in which she apologizes for ending the engagement.

Matt yells at her that she already knows it is because of his sexuality as she walked in on him and Kyle two years earlier and that he deliberately drove into the utility pole because he didn't want to live like this any longer.

Tom then reveals that Karen is pregnant and is so terrified of bringing a child into a family situation like hers that she is considering having an abortion without telling him.

While Lisa continues to struggle with denial, Phil begins to take tentative steps toward understanding and building bridges with his family.

"[1] Entertainment Weekly said the movie "does its best to draw you in with simple realism, which allows for complication, ambivalence, and other good things...but some of Maple Drive is a bit too psychologically pat, and its tender ending rings false."

Carrey and Laughlin are revelations, breaking out of the comedy molds they fill in weekly series....and much of the credit for the success of "Maple Drive" goes to director Ken Olin...who opts for several intriguing camera angles and unusual set-ups, which are used to good effect.

"[3] The Hartford Courant said the film "ends on a less than tidy note with problems left unsolved and important relationships hanging in the balance -- just like real life.

"[4] Tampa Bay Times praised the movie as being "visually exciting", the dialogue realistic and "the acting natural".

Additionally, he said that although the film ends "on a quiet, hopeful note, after 95 minutes of sturm and drang, it's all tied up a little too neatly and far too quickly.