Down to the Bone has a really gritty, shot on video feel that makes you feel like a voyeur as you watch Farmiga attempt to cope with her drug addiction and motherhood. The movie makes you feel like you are going through somebody's garbage. Some might see this as a strength; it does feel very realistic. However, I never cared much about the characters or what they were trying to do. The comparison I would make is to the HBO series "The Corner", but that brought out more feelings in me than simple awkwardness. This movie is like peeking through somebody's window - and the window is always there, as a barrier keeping you from engaging with the characters. I also could have done without the shot of the snake killing the live mouse. They didn't have to do that; it was cruel and unnecessary.

I watched a screener of this film on a lark and almost hit the Eject button when I saw the low- tech titles and dv quality. Just goes to show you that quality film-making and acting have nothing to do with budget. Virtually every film has at least one or two characters that seem like they are "acting" to the point that it takes you out of the film. I was waiting for said character to appear in this one and it never happened. Nor did any expected clichés. Yet, I couldn't stop watching. The director/writers and actors did an amazing job. I felt like I was watching real people (it's hard to believe there was a screenplay!). I can't stand the state of movies today, but at least this little indie brought me faith that good film-making can still be found if you just happen onto it.

I just got through watching this movie. It was quite real. I would have like to seen a bit more emotion. I would have liked to see this movie go on for another hour. It's one of those movies where the director could afford to do that with the audience. Bob is eye candy and the spitting image of my ex. I would have like to see him continue to evolve in the movie, to see the depths he might reach, had the movie continued on. I would have loved to see how Irene handled life as a single mother, totally single and dealing with her addiction, as well as her husband who was a total enabler and addict himself. It was nice to see another part of New York. I give this movie 8 stars because it, for those 138 minutes, had me experiencing someone else's life and entranced me. Total sequel movie. Hopefully it is in the making-I want to know how her and her husband met, how she was introduced to drugs, how she handled her pregnancies, and what feelings she was experiencing that kept her in her vicious emotional and destructive addictive cycle. Total sequel material.

"Down to the Bone" is about Irene (Vera Farmiga) and Bob (Hugh Dillon) who relapse together after getting clean from drugs. Irene is a supermarket cashier and is married to Steve (Clint Jordan), who's friendly but clueless about addiction, since he enables Irene thoughtlessly both before and after recovery. They have two little boys.The first thing you notice is how effortlessly natural Farmiga is in her scenes with the boys. It gradually sinks in also that this movie avoids drug rehab clichés. Irene isn't having wild fun. All she needs is a little bit to get by – every day. When her stash runs out, she gets anxious; and when she tries to use grandma's birthday check for one of the boys to score and gets rebuffed by her dealer, she checks into a realistically ugly and ordinary rehab program. This film also excels for the specific feel of its upstate New York locations.Appropriately, this gray, hard time of Irene's rehab and her attempt to stay clean comes in the long upstate winter. A male nurse named Bob met Irene at Halloween and then there was a little sizzle of attraction, the lighting of cigarettes. Bob turns out to be working at the rehab clinic and takes a personal interest – too personal – in her. At first he does all the right things – or does he? He gets a little too close on institutional time.Irene leaves rehab too soon – after only one week – because of her job and kids. She can't handle her job straight and gets fired from the store. Irene's Latina pal from rehab, Lucy (Caridad de la Cruz), who cleans houses with her after that, warns her she's "thirteenth-stepping" – a 12-step term meaning to risk clean time in risky romancing with another recovering addict – in this case Bob – to fill the big void left when drugs are withdrawn.Bob is an interesting, specific person. Hugh Dillon's performance is up to the level of Farmiga's. Originally the model or recovery, Bob's improper "thirteenth-stepping" relationship with Irene – which she initiates – but both are ready for this mistake – leads him back to a worse addiction than hers – heroin – which he's been off of for five years. Together, they are poison for each other. They soon get into a situation leading to an arrest for possession. They drive to the city and she gets a piercing and they buy the boys the pet snake they've been wanting. While she's being pierced, Bob scores a bag and goes back out. After the arrest, Steve kicks Irene out. She gets a suspended sentence with treatment, including rehab and 250 hours of NA meetings in a year. If she deviates, she goes to jail.This may be it, the "bottom" leading to lasting recovery for Irene. But this is a knowing and realistic version of the drug recovery experience and it lacks simple climaxes or resumption's. Irene is still cleaning houses with Lucy, still dealing with her kids and their pet snake (which becomes an obvious, if gentle, symbol of temptation), and Bob's still around ""helping" along his Methadone doses with illegally acquired barbiturates and lying to Irene about it.As the film ends, Irene kicks Bob out of her house and he says "I'll never get clean alone." Catch-22: he'll never get clean with her, either."Down to the Bone," though indie gold, is, frankly, only a tiny blip on the big screen. Though it won prizes at Sundance few will see it or want to. Though it achieves a remarkable degree of authenticity, it could use some sharper editing – and some smiles. For addicts ready for recovery, getting high usually has stopped being fun. But this movie forgets that it ever was fun, and strangers to the drug life may wonder what's going on here. But then, they never do understand: that's why there are 12-step meetings, which the movie might have said more about, since most addicts who make it, in America anyway, do it through the Twelve Steps, going to meetings, getting a sponsor, and working the steps. Rehab alone rarely does the trick. This is the kind of movie that, for good or ill, Sundance loves but mainstream audiences avoid. It's very good, but also very grim.