Zachary’s review published on Letterboxd:
Less offensively bad than the source novel upon which it is based, yet somehow also less compelling. The latter I'd chalk up to Howard, who directs this with all the flavor of room temperature tapioca. Adams and Close give tepid performances, each a low-light in the two actresses' respective careers. So you know, it's bad. It's too dull to hate probably, but if ask me how I feel again if it manages to steal awards buzz, you might just see this review lose a star.