Metacritic reviews

For a film thats trying very hard to make you feel, it sure leaves you cold.

It’s a diabetically sappy big-screen self-help seminar that should have been titled The Book of Schmaltz.

This well-meaning debut feature about following your dreams just treads water.

It isn’t creepy, but it isn’t terribly plausible, either. It’s just another movie in which a 30ish white dude finds purpose and learns how to live life again through the love and support of a younger woman who’s more of a concept than a real person.

As well as its plot being eerily similar to that of Demolition, it’s just as misguided.

Pseudo-revelatory bombshells and heart-healing epiphanies inevitably arrive by film’s climax, which only reaffirms that — no matter how it’s cleaned up, reconstituted and transformed into something new — garbage is still garbage.