Still Alzheimer’s. Were there preventative measures to follow that might help ward off dementia, it would be a lot easier to excuse this type of glossy, high profile disease-of-the-week Oscar bait. There aren’t, and the only reasons films like this exist are for actors to rack up as many awards nominations as possible (and for audiences to exit a theatre feeling like shit). It’s certainly not aimed at family members who have lost a loved one to the disorder. Six months before she checked out, Ma’s doc called to say that Alzheimer’s had set in. The last thing I would have wanted to take my mind off the pain was a fictionalized account of Julianne Moore slowly losing it. Note to directors Richard Glatzer and Wash Westmoreland: we get it. Alzheimer’s is bad. In the future, do the world a service and continue making first rate comedies like The Fluffer and The Last of Robin Hood, and leave the gratuitous tearjerkers for the Lifetime Channel. (2014) — Scott Marks
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