To be completely honest, I often wonder who addiction dramas are for, besides actors looking for a gritty challenge, to shrug off vanity and get messy. It’s been a long time since films about the downward spiral of alcoholism, like Billy Wilder’s The Lost Weekend or Blake Edwards’ Days of Wine and Roses, provided much in the way of raw shock. That said, a distinctive setting and imaginative narrative embellishment can make the desolation of unhealthy dependency compelling.
Ever since Ray Milland slurred and gnashed his way to an Oscar win for The Lost Weekend in 1946, the role of the screen-chewing alcoholic has been an essential rite of passage for all self-respecting, trophy-hungry performers.