The script is consistently funny and astutely written, where sorrow often collides with humor.

Essentially a portrait of male insecurity, with two men clueless about how to handle the women in their lives.

For a film about someone stuck and slowly coming to terms with trauma, it’s surprisingly spirited.

Much of this coming-of-ager is so convincingly awkward that I kept needing to hide my face in embarrassment.

Rarely has the subject of dementia been explored with such delicacy and insight as in Sarah Friedland’s feature debut.

A black comedy that is neither dark enough nor funny enough.

The delightful cast enhances this remake.

A ritzy Hollywood party does not go as planned.

The directorial debut of Michael Shannon, based on a play by Brett Neveu.