I typically believe documentaries that are intimately connected with their subject matter often struggle with impartiality—and unfortunately, I feel this one succumbed to that issue. The film details the challenging life of Lisa Selby, a woman whose connections with significant people in her life have been affected by addiction. A video recording of a conversation between her and her mother illustrates this plainly as they talk about her preferred opioid. We also meet her boyfriend, Elliott, who has attempted sobriety but continues to grapple with a complex relationship with heroin. Throughout the film, we witness the unpleasantness and degradation that arise when obtaining the next dose becomes paramount; however, there’s also a sense of hope because it's evident they both desire to improve their lives and have a child they can hopefully nurture better than she was raised. The problem is, the runtime feels excessive, the musical score is overly simplistic and distracting, and I simply couldn’t become engaged with her story. Perhaps this stems from my lack of personal experience with addiction or understanding what it's like to have something control every facet of your existence—but that was my primary issue with this film. It felt too surface-level and one-dimensional. We observe suffering, but it’s generally conveyed through faint phone calls or video journals, making it difficult for me to feel any empathy or compassion as the narrative repeated itself in a cycle of possible self-harm. Questions arose—where did they obtain the drugs? How were they financed? The alcohol? I can't honestly say that having a child here seemed like a good plan, regardless of their intentions. It’s presented as authentic and unvarnished, but it didn't resonate with me, and I am sorry to say that.

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