Almost two hours of watching an alcoholic going through a major bender. Hence the title.
You can probably tell from the way I started this review that I was not the most enthusiastic viewer of this movie.
In fact, I’m going to be keeping this review short.
I know this movie was probably harrowing at the time, when alcoholism wasn’t discussed or understood. But did they really have to put in such overly dramatic music? Or have everyone overacting to the point of parody? I felt like I was watching a Kirk Cameron movie. All we needed was dialogue that dropped Jesus and God every few lines.
Big meh in this one.
As my husband put it, after this movie, I need a drink.
Two stars out of five
Next time: a post-World War Two drama from 1946 called The Best Years Of Our Lives.