'Beautiful Boy' (2018)
Relapse is a part of recovery.
Eight years ago I found myself in a similar hopeless situation, with my back against the wall. Desperately searching for a way out. Knowing that I had to change my way of life drastically or else I would be admiring the roots of green grass till eternity real soon. The will to change was there, the courage too. Only I couldn't do it. And now, after all those years, I'm happy I made the right decision back then. For me, Beautiful Boy was a bitter pill to swallow. I didn't think I would have a hard time watching it. It wasn't crystal meth or something similar I had problems with. But there were so many similarities with my situation in this impressive film that it seemed like the story was about me. You'll see an avalanche of feelings in Beautiful Boy. Pride, trust, distrust, despair, upheaval, hope, happiness, grief and discouragement. A hopeless battle that demands inhuman efforts from both camps, leading to an unavoidable outcome. Either the person succeeds or those who surrounding him must passively watch as he drinks, injects, blows or swallows himself to death. Well, the movie shook me up.