This is a trip you won't want to make.
Self-indulgent Marin County family (the mother paints the trees in her yard) is torn apart by the son's descent into drugs. They seem to have endless piles of money since there's never a word said about the costs of the various rehab programs the kid goes through. Being a freelance writer must be one helluva good paying job.
So OK, the acting is fine. Steve Carell and Timothee Chalamet go through their grim paces without cracking a smile. Maura Tierney and Amy Ryan as the mothers are even more relentlessly dour. Even the flashbacks to "happier times" aren't.
This story has been done to death and there's nothing new here except maybe highlighting the perils of the drug du jour: crystal meth. By the end of the over-long film, you realize you don't know these people at all ... and you don't want to.
Self-indulgent Marin County family (the mother paints the trees in her yard) is torn apart by the son's descent into drugs. They seem to have endless piles of money since there's never a word said about the costs of the various rehab programs the kid goes through. Being a freelance writer must be one helluva good paying job.
So OK, the acting is fine. Steve Carell and Timothee Chalamet go through their grim paces without cracking a smile. Maura Tierney and Amy Ryan as the mothers are even more relentlessly dour. Even the flashbacks to "happier times" aren't.
This story has been done to death and there's nothing new here except maybe highlighting the perils of the drug du jour: crystal meth. By the end of the over-long film, you realize you don't know these people at all ... and you don't want to.