2.9 of 10. If this were a satire of self-help books/videos/whatever, it may have turned out better. As an indication of the writer's/director's inability and possibly the misunderstanding of Kickstarter financiers who may have assumed it was intended to be ironic, Reach Me fails to reach beyond self promotion and getting a cast of Hollywood zombies/ex-stars a paycheck.
I liked that the title and story interact/self-reference each other, but that's only enough to provide an artistic intro for the story and keeping your interest for about 15 minutes awaiting something more. What you get are clichés and Sylvester Stallone trying to sell his own real-life paintings.
If you want to get much more entertainment and self-help than this film will ever provide, go to a theater playing this and yell "I don't watch Reach Me" until they ask you to leave.
I liked that the title and story interact/self-reference each other, but that's only enough to provide an artistic intro for the story and keeping your interest for about 15 minutes awaiting something more. What you get are clichés and Sylvester Stallone trying to sell his own real-life paintings.
If you want to get much more entertainment and self-help than this film will ever provide, go to a theater playing this and yell "I don't watch Reach Me" until they ask you to leave.