It’s one thing to open up a play for the big screen and another to shut down an original screenplay by turning it into canned theatre. Such is the fate of Joey Klein’s dirty-windshield view of the opioid crisis. Dutiful son Henry (Alex Wolff) begins his day using a spoon to pulverize a bitter pain pill to serve with jam to his dying mother (Neve Campbell). Their relationship is unconventional to say the least. (Who spoons with their mom?) When she does pass on, it’s hinted that Henry may have accidentally overmedicated her on purpose. Do men tend to fall for women who closely resemble their mothers? If so, that’s the only explanation for his attraction to Ana (Imogen Poots), the kooky methadone addict across the hall on whom he spies through the keyhole. The lad isn’t drawn into her world so much as he dives head first into its deep end. The ensuing drug deals and character reversals act to hammer this Castle into the ground. As good as the two leads are, it’s not enough to offset the familiarity. (2019) — Scott Marks
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