Woodruff's direction is smooth enough on a technical level, but the film's storytelling has little dimension, even for a melodrama.

The actors are uniformly handsome and mostly serviceable, though the same can't be said about the filmmaking or the writing.

Watching "Addicted" is like eating Cheese Whiz straight from the jar. There's no nutritional value. It's kind of embarrassing. But it does satisfy a base craving for cheap, immediate sensation.

Addicted doesn't know how to competently address its issues of shame and guilt without simply reifying that sexual fulfillment is something that ravages unless tightly contained.