The first impulse was to define it as nice. And, indeed, it is a nice film. Beautiful intentions, fair chosen themes, reasonable acting. And an awful script.
It is obvious than the purpose was very ambitious but the result remains confuse , quasi chaotic and compromises , in great manner, the decent first part. And when the noble intentions are only on paper, the cliches sounds the solution.
I liked the try to create a Philip in manner of American ordinary guy out of mediocre people around him, with precise dream to be writer and a conflict fresh to fresh against his mother, attracted by a sort of version of Gatsby and, at final, defining his priorities. Unfortunatelly, not Philip Embury is the man for this role.
Marshall Taylor Thurman gives regular traits to his Hunter but difficult to say than the result is more than pretty woden.
Bianca Rutigliano and Yvonne Erikson are that kind of supporting actors saving a lot from a story becoming more and more confuse.
David Maloney offers a correct work but his character seems an embroidery of cliches.
In short, with some tea spoon indulgence, nice. But the potential was more than generous.