Thanks for Sharing

This well-acted dramedy is a ploddingly earnest look at addiction and recovery.

Thanks for Sharing might best be described as being like Steve McQueen's sex-addiction drama, Shame, if it were rewritten by Neil Simon at his most schmaltzy.

It's frankly exhausting to keep up with these neurotic over-sharers, who are neither serious enough to care about nor humorous enough to laugh at.

This self-conscious oddity can't decide whether it wants to be an indie-earnest reappraisal of the rigours of chronic dependency, or a slightly racy romcom with a saucy topical edge.

Next week we shall be drawing parallels between compulsive telly watchers and members of the French Resistance. Ludicrous.

Thanks but no thanks.

There are fair jokes to be made, but they are matched by ugly dark flaws of character that could happen to any one of us.

There's nothing wrong with shifting between comedy and drama, even with such serious subject matter, but as we near the end of Thanks For Sharing, the shifting gets less graceful and becomes more of a lurch.

A complicated attempt at looking at relationships when they come under the big strain of sex addiction.

Regardless of its humour and sensitive moments, Thanks for Sharing fails to find a balance between a comedy and drama.