Ya have to wonder how certain films get green-lighted, when they really shouldn't have.
UGH. Watched a film I'd recorded last night, called "A Mouthful of Air." Excellent acting, but overall, a downer. Young mother, writer of children's books is hopelessly depressed. Her hubby is pathologically codependent, and always hyper-vigilant to avert her periodic attempts at suicide.
Paul Giamatti (whom I love as a actor) is her INCREDIBLY ineffectual, daft psychiatrist whose preferred form of treatment for acutely depressed patients, is to spout parables that even a NON-depressed individual would find hard to make sense of or consider the least bit useful. GROSS INCOMPETENCE WITHIN THE PSYCHIATRIC COMMUNITY UTTERLY INFURIATES ME!!!
She and her husband have ANOTHER baby, when she can barely keep herself afloat emotionally, and their first infant is under 2 years old. You might guess how well THAT turned out. Adding insult to injury, the text trailer we see as this movie ends, encourages viewers to seek help for "post-partum depression," which MAY be a contributory factor in her anguish, but are only the tip of this iceberg (as is always the case, when we're talking about CORE trauma).
At one point, our character (Amanda Seyfried) admits to having had suicidal ideation since she was very little. It's obvious she struggles terribly with Anxiety Disorder (constantly anticipating disaster) that is never even once mentioned in the film, and for which she's not been diagnosed or treated. GRRRR.
IF you decide to watch this 2021 movie, you won't need a hankie to wipe your tears, because while you may empathize with the character and even feel sorry for her, HER pain fails to land on you (which I guess is a good thing), and you're as casually observing it, as her #$%^&*() fucking, shrink!
All in all, not a BAD movie~ it simply misses its mark.