With her life literally crashing down around her, a psychotherapist (Rose Byrne in an Oscar nominated performance) attempts to navigate her child's (Delaney Quinn) feeding disorder, her absent husband (Christian Slater), a missing person (Danielle Macdonald) and an increasingly hostile relationship with her therapist (Conan O'Brien). Written and directed by Mary Bronstein (YEAST). If there's a reason to see this movie, it's Rose Byrne's fierce performance. Byrne throws herself so deeply into her character that it's often hard to watch. But boy, is this movie a colossal downer. As Byrne slowly slips into a spiraling breakdown, I thought it was going to end badly but suddenly, as if giving up, Bronstein puts a small band aid put over a raw and gaping wound as an optimistic sop and that's it! The movie is over. What? The movie hints that Byrne should never have been a mother, it's not natural to her but other than the suggestion, it doesn't investigate any further. Worth seeing for Byrne's magnificent performance but after it's over, don't be surprised if you head toward the liquor cabinet. With A$AP Rocky and Ivy Wolk.
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