Now in theaters.
[Rating: Rock Fist Way Down]
Glenn Close is going to win an Oscar.
…with what has yet to be seen. And it sure ain’t this.
Unfortunately for Close, her latest flick Four Good Days (Directed by Rodrigo Garcia) runs in a long line of subpar films about drug addiction, recovery and parents and their children. Alongside co-star Mila Kunis, the two star as mother and daughter whose already rocky relationship is on edge when daughter Molly seeks refuge at mom Deb’s home after hitting rock bottom and seeking rehab. This film had all the potential in the world but ultimately turned into a laughable Lifetime movie of the week.
Molly is a long-time drug abuser who seeks the solace of her estranged mother Deb. Deb checks Molly into rehab for only four days, with the hope that the hospital will help with Molly’s issues. They offer her a chance to change with the help of an opioid antagonist, which will prevent any addictive drugs from entering Molly’s bloodstream and lead her down an even worse life and possibly death. There’s just one problem; the hospital must release Molly and wait for four clean days to administer this drug. Now, Deb and Molly must live together, build up a trust that has been lost, and learn patience as they wait out these four trying days together.
I think in the grand subgenre of parents, kids, and drugs, this follows every formula to the T. It’s overly dramatic, everybody screams at one another, and there’s a scene that takes place in a heroin house that the protagonist who is out of their element must enter. I’ve seen it before, and I don’t need to see it anymore. This is what made me cringe with Four Good Days. It’s no better than any other film dealing with this topic, in fact, it’s one of the worst I’ve ever seen. Nobody here is at the top of their game and they ham it up enough that I laughed through what was supposed to be a big scene of Kunis warning kids about the dangers of drugs.
In short, a laughable attempt at a serious subject.
Four Good Days is a ninety minute Lifetime of the week movie with big stars, a hot button issue and ultimately a gooey cheesefest that has you rooting for nobody in the end. I bet this wanted to have potential, but it’s nowhere to be seen. This mocks the topic of substance abuse more than speaks volumes.
Glenn Close can’t catch a damn break.
Christian Ramos is a classic film fan, having had the dream to host Turner Classic Movies for years now. He also has a large amount of Oscar trivia in his head, remembers dressing as Groucho Marx one Halloween, and cherishes the moment Julianne Moore liked his tweet.
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