Monday, 20 April 2015
It's a dismal story about a wretched bitch of a woman in chronic pain who develops an unhealthy obsession with a distant acquaintance who's recently killed herself. Covered in facial scars and greasy hair, Aniston is superb in the lead role, as she never overplays it, allows her eyes to do most of the storytelling, while never once resorting to "this is my big tear-jerking Oscar moment" hokum. Unfortunately, while Aniston does her best to avoid sad drama schmaltz, the script manages to twist itself into that and you probably won't realize it until it's too late. The direction is a little unsure of itself and the plotline begins to dogpaddle as it realizes it doesn't know if it can carry it's own weight.
3 wind chimes out of 5