A Million Little Pieces

I'm glad a film like A Million Little Pieces exists because it's a reminder that life with an addiction doesn't have to be hopeless.

If you're a fan of the book it's worth seeing, but the memoir is, unfortunately, a product of its time that's hard to adapt

This is a journey, troubling and perhaps dangerous but well-worth taking.

As a stand-alone work of cinema fiction, "A Million Little Pieces" is an effective blunt instrument of a film - a rough-edged, unvarnished, painfully accurate portrayal of addiction and rehabilitation.

A petulant, boastful, and not very noteworthy variation of a story that plenty of films, documentary and fiction, have told before, but with more insight or panache.

Not to downplay the experience of battling addiction, but "A Million Little Pieces" feels bland because it goes over the typical scenes of bodily decay and temper tantrums without giving the narrative a truly human backstory.

An underwhelming addiction story that feels not just familiar, but more focused on the bad-boy swagger of its main character than his actual recovery.

Yet another ruin-and-rehab tale, one that initially tantalizes then flatly disappoints.

James' inner life and his experience is made up of a million little pieces, but in this flat film we get just one.

Adults-only rehab drama shocks but falls short on story.