By laminating Walls' story with a Hollywood sheen, the narrative climaxes in an artificial and contrived manner.
Due to the herculean task of adaptation, "The Glass Castle" lacks the emotional potency of Cretton's earlier work and the unflinching detail of Walls' memoir.
Dark, dysfunctional, and filled with blinding hope, this is one glass house that's difficult to throw stones at.
A film that presents overwhelming evidence of Rex and Rose Mary as appalling human beings for 90 percent of the journey, and then asks us to give them a break? No sale.
A film that never quite clicks tonally and doesn't do justice to its harrowing central story.
Good acting helps us overlook the story's obvious trajectory.
Oscar winner Brie Larson stars in an artificial adaptation of journalist Jeanette Walls' devastating rough-childhood memoir. Instead of the book's cold, hard truths, the film peddles easy upllft. It's a damn shame.
Admirably unsentimental but frustratingly uneven ...
It's not so much harrowing as it is repetitive, and the film gets stuck in a single gear it can't get itself out of.