
2018 · Felix van Groeningen
When you need a good cry, or when addiction has touched your life and you want a film that tells the truth about it without melodrama. This is a challenge, not comfort — save it for a night you can sit with heavy feelings.
A journalist father watches his bright, charming teenage son slide from experimenting with drugs into a devastating methamphetamine addiction, and throws everything he has at saving him. Drawn from the real memoirs of David and Nic Sheff, it moves between golden California memories and a much harder present, following a family learning what love can and can't fix.
Tender and quietly wrenching — every relapse lands against the image of the child the father still sees, so the sadness accumulates rather than spikes. It refuses easy catharsis, which makes it hurt more honestly.
Timothée Chalamet is the reason to watch: charming, wrecked, and unreachable, sometimes within a single scene — the performance that confirmed he was no one-film wonder. Steve Carell matches him in a minor key of helpless watchfulness.
Felix van Groeningen braids two memoirs — father's and son's — into a shattered chronology, cutting between memory and present so the past keeps ambushing the story. The structure is the point: addiction here is circular, not climactic, and the film's shape makes you feel that loop in your body.
It cemented Chalamet's arrival as a major dramatic actor and stands as one of the era's defining portraits of the American addiction crisis seen from inside a family.
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Felix van Groeningen made his name in Flanders with The Broken Circle Breakdown, an Oscar-nominated tragedy told in shattered chronology; for his American debut he brought that structure to the twin memoirs of David and Nic Sheff — a journalist father and the son whose methamphetamine addiction he could document but never solve. The film braids both books, cutting between golden California memory and a grim present so that every relapse lands against the image of the child the father still sees. Steve Carell works in a minor key of helpless watchfulness, but the film belongs to Timothée Chalamet, in the performance that confirmed Call Me by Your Name was no accident: charming, wrecked, unreachable, sometimes within a single scene. Van Groeningen refuses the standard recovery arc — addiction here is circular, not climactic — and scores the spiral to an unusually eloquent soundtrack running from Perry Como to Sigur Rós. Its refusal of catharsis frustrated some critics; it is precisely what the Sheffs' story demanded.
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