There is one moment of true terror in I’m Still Here , Casey Affleck’s dickish, realish account of his brother-in-law Joaquin Phoenix’s “lost year,” and it does not involve the whoring, coke-hoovering, excrement-eating or other Jackass ery otherwise on copious display.
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REVIEW: If Only Joaquin Phoenix’s Lost Year in I’m Still Here Had Stayed Lost
