Boundaries breaks no fresh ground and sags into conventional story beats on autopilot, but it’s rewarding enough to hang with these characters and roll with their mudslinging.
What are people saying?
What are critics saying?
The New York Times by Jeannette Catsoulis
Self-satisfied and too slick by half, Boundaries projects a sheen of artifice that deflects any genuine engagement with the story.
The A.V. Club by Jesse Hassenger
It’s supposed to be evocative, but in many scenes the characters just look dim and overly backlit, to the point of obscuring the actors’ expressiveness. There might be another metaphor in there somewhere.
The Hollywood Reporter by John DeFore
A fantastic cast doing fine work can't make this feel-good hokum believable.
Los Angeles Times by Justin Chang
Feste...has been known to elicit strong performances even from thuddingly obvious, maudlin material. But her attempts to establish an atmosphere of drab, low-key realism — evident in the dim lighting, wobbly framing and Laura’s penchant for rumpled plaid shirts — can scarcely conceal the essential phoniness of the material.
Slant Magazine by Keith Watson
Christopher Plummer brings a twinkly eyed insouciance to his character, but there's only so many times Jack can make a joke about, say, his adult diapers before it becomes thin and hollow.
Entertainment Weekly by Leah Greenblatt
It all bumps along, as road trips do, through silliness and boredom and occasional, unexpected charm. But Feste’s story never really gets the rhythms right, and Boundaries finally reaches the end of the road, feeling like nothing so much as a missed opportunity.
Boundaries, to be sure, delivers you to a place you know you’re going, but there should always be room for a movie that does that this well.
So much of Boundaries coasts on hackneyed complications and characters’ self-defeating actions that one wonders why we should believe anything anybody says.
The dialogue and performances are far more interesting than the lazy, cliche-ridden story Feste cooked up.