The best movie in recent memory about Alzheimer's disease is James Keach's documentary Glen Campbell: I'll Be Me, and Julianne Moore's best recent work is in David Cronenberg's Maps to the Stars, but Moore's performance as a well-to-do woman stricken with Alzheimer's before her time redeems Richard Glatzer and Wash Westmoreland's cringe-drama Still Alice. The picture often plays like an inverse to Todd Haynes' Safe, in which Moore also portrayed a well-to-do woman slowly succumbing to an undefined, possibly psychosomatic environmental disease. (Safe's motif of the oppressively large bedside clock is even reprised, though Still Alice doesn't distrust technology nearly as much as Safe, as Alice's electronic devices play a major role.) But Alzheimer's is a definite thing, and Still Alice doesn't say anything new about it, though some seriously tacky product placement does imply that Pinkberry may be somehow related. The only real pleasures to be found in Still Alice are in its core casting; Alec Baldwin has an easy chemistry with Moore as her husband, probably thanks to their work together on 30 Rock, and not only is Kristen Stewart as Alice's daughter continuing to prove that she's far better than the Twilight films suggested, it just makes perfect sense that Moore and Baldwin's DNA would produce Stewart. (Think about it.