Mr. Elliott's story is not helped by James Franco, who plays him with his usual smug catatonia.
"The Adderall Diaries" is a complex, absorbing, at times profound look at how we choose to remember our past.
All affect and no personality.
Writer-director Pamela Romanowsky, in her first feature, captures both fireworks and tragedy in go-for-broke scenes between Franco and Harris.
The Adderall Diaries is about nothing but itself. It's not fiction, it's forgery. It's not adaptation, it's erasure.
The Adderall Diaries comes across as an incomplete jumble of colliding plot lines.
A patchwork of narcissism that isn't stitched together all that well.
Everything that happens in The Adderall Diaries is treated with the same weight, which is to say no weight at all.
Franco seems the ideal interpreter of The Adderall Diaries, but he's reduced the memoirist's tough introspection to misery porn.