This movie revolves around the struggles of a wealthy philanthropist, who feels guilty after the death of his friend and his wife, so he makes his mind to support their newly married daughter and her husband.
"A compelling portrait of a man on the verge.... Suffers from a sense of rigidity that somehow both fits its themes and stymies a greater sense of realism."
Fanning has little to do beyond grasping her prosthetic stomach, but James is a decent foil for Gere, who gives form to the highly topical subject of how pain meds destroy lives.
Believe me when I say that not even a single scene in this film works. Gere is terrible here and the plot goes on and on to nowhere. [Full review in Spanish]