Sweet Nothing

One of things always sure to piss me off in this life is when good acting goes to waste under bad writing and direction. In SWEET NOTHING we have the story of a middle-class family as portrayed by Michael Imperioli and Mira Sorvino (there they are together again!) whose lives are about to go off of the rails because of crack cocaine. This is all supposedly based on a diary found in a Bronx apartment by the dude who wrote the novel this film is based on. Riiiiiiiggggghhhhhhtttt.
Watching this, I had the same problem I encountered while reading James Frey's A MILLION LITTLE PIECES, this being I'm not fucking buying it. Having been close to many people who have had their lives destroyed by drug addiction I can smell a fish tale from a mile away. No doubt in both of these cases the intentions were good as they do deliver strong cautionary messages yet, as we saw from public reaction to the Frey fiasco, audiences hate to be lied to. So, it is with this bad story and bad direction we find the talents of our leads being grossly misused. Imperioli acts his heart out here but it still isn't enough to carry the film over. Mira Sorvino, who I think is the most beautiful woman in the world, is in the same boat as her understated and sensitive performance is lost in the overall murkiness if inept direction. Wish I could say more about it but the title says it all.