Some cheesy, implausible moments; also raw, jaw-dropping ones. Barkin is an acting feast in the role of a junky mother with crumpled face, clenched voice, and skin she'd like to jump out of if she could. Maybe it doesn't add up to much; I sensed a bigger, untold story. But this is the kind of lumpen U.S. desperation that's in Into the Abyss, Meskada, Winter's Bone, Cul-de-Sac - call it American Methlab Gothic.
This movie had me asking a lot of questions. What was it trying to achieve? What motivated these characters? What genre was it? Is Emilie de Ravin a spring or winter? But it doesn't matter because the movie answers none of them. For a psychological thriller (true crime? police procedural? seriously what genre is this) there is no great Aha! moment which means my emotional investment was exactly 0%. Just so empty.