In principle, not bad, I love good movies about alcoholics, but I expected a little different. I thought it would be something like an almanac of short films - the heartwarming stories of Alcoholics Anonymous will be illustrated with a colorful visual series, but in fact the movie turned out to be mostly conversational, not leaving the room.
For the action here is responsible only the artist Richard Lewis, a ruffled, restless alcoholic, caressing with a craving crazy look bottle like a woman and a woman like a bottle. His adventures will go on parallel editing with the meeting. In some places demonstrates a decent game, in some places godlessly overplays and it seems that you watch the stand-up comedian’s performance.
Faye Dunaway decided to remember her past from "Piani," went on a light and told a small story. Nervous Amanda Plummer always fits in with such a theme. It is strange that Sam Rockwell, not yet a star, but no longer green, for some reason did not trust to tell any story at all, and he acted here as an additional chair, but even in this role looked convincing.