It is quite understandable when a performer signs on to star as the self-destructive, hot mess in a fictionalized biopic of an arrogant frontwoman for an out in front punk band. Think of all the center-of-attention scene-chewing it affords. To that extent, few have been pulled through the rock ‘n’ roll ringer, only to emerge with both their repugnance and panache intact with quite the same unpredictable intensity that Elisabeth Moss brings to downwardly-spiraling diva, Becky Something. What’s unfathomable is writer and director Alex Ross Perry’s confidence that audiences will embrace the same enumeration of formula apparently essential to the genre— the ruined recording session, well-compensated charlatans posing as friends, the obligatory onstage meltdown, etc. Sobriety is a bitch, as the film proves a great deal more tolerable when Becky is using. When this 94 minutes of movie in a 145 minute running finally draws to an end it does so on a sobering (and sour) note of sentimental reparation (2018) — Scott Marks
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