Riseborough’s performance is very fine indeed, as she captures all the flaws and attributes of a woman who’s had a very tough life, a woman who has been her own worst enemy, but who somehow survives and endures.

Riseborough’s performance is spectacular -- a high-wire act, from despair to repair and everywhere in between.

It’s a terrible movie, and Riseborough is unremarkable in it.

The acting is really what drives this film. Larkin Seiple’s camerawork rightfully lets the actors do their thing, their well-worn characters filling each frame with booze-soaked sadness, trembling fear, and eventually, hope.