Did he get help?

After the premiere, I hope sweet Annette Bening pulled her dear hubby to the side and said, "My darling, my love. You've lost your God damned mind. You can either see a doctor about being put on dementia medication, or I'm dumping you at the nearest senile retirement home that takes our insurance."

About halfway through this mess of a train wreck, I realized that poor Beatty wasn't acting. He was literally going cukoo, from the mumbling and stuttering and glazed over/darting eyes to the all-over-the-place script and direction. Poor thing.