The last 20 minutes or so are pretty bad, in fairness, but up until then, this is more than solid.

The tone here is pretty uneven, somewhere between Friedkin and playful Hitchcock but overall, this was kinda fun. Jane Fonda playing an alcoholic, melodramatic actress is pretty irresistible.

Cheryl Strayed needs to think about her entire life before coming up with narrative closure.
Luckily there are laws against using El Cóndor Pasa as your main song.

Really cheap and full of strange moments. Not even Craig is good in this.