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32 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 100The PlaylistJames RocchiThe PlaylistJames RocchiPonsoldt, Paul and Winstead make a remarkably effective team for this film's points and purposes, and Smashed burns long after it goes down smoothly.
- 91Entertainment WeeklyLisa SchwarzbaumEntertainment WeeklyLisa SchwarzbaumWhat's new about the unsensationalized portrait of one-day-at-a-time progress (and setbacks) is the low-key energy of this drunks' tale, by and for a generation with a high tolerance for humor and a low tolerance for soapiness.
- 90The Hollywood ReporterTodd McCarthyThe Hollywood ReporterTodd McCarthyIts sharp writing and essential credibility make this small, intimate tale fresh and involving.
- 90Village VoiceVillage VoiceMovies about drugs and alcohol might be a dime (bag) a dozen, but James Ponsoldt's Smashed is so beautifully shot and well acted as to transcend the genre.
- 83The A.V. ClubNathan RabinThe A.V. ClubNathan RabinIn spite of the out-of-place pregnancy subplot, Smashed is a film of pummeling intensity and bruised emotions.
- 80VarietyJustin ChangVarietyJustin ChangA terrific performance by Mary Elizabeth Winstead as a rock-bottom alcoholic is only one reason to appreciate Smashed, an affecting and immersive addiction drama about the unforeseen pitfalls along the road to recovery.
- 75NPRScott TobiasNPRScott TobiasThe truthfulness of Winstead's performance - and those of her co-stars, too - has a steadying influence on James Ponsoldt's modest drama, which at times seems in danger of failing a sobriety test.
- 70Boxoffice MagazineMark KeizerBoxoffice MagazineMark KeizerAlcoholic movie characters run the gamut from lovable millionaire (Arthur) to Skid Row bum (Henry Chinaski from Barfly) to all-out, suicidal depressive (Ben from Leaving Las Vegas). As written and performed, Winstead's Kate triangulates between all these approaches and finds a sincerity that plays to the intellect, not to the rafters.
- 60Time OutJoshua RothkopfTime OutJoshua RothkopfTo be sure, the film as a whole feels like a creaky vehicle, belabored with plot strands and stereotypes that only serve to highlight Winstead's ragged commitment to something real.