I saw it last night.
I REALLY liked it except for the ending.
And by “ending”, I mean the last 40 minutes of it.
Started out funny, light, with quirky characters, genuinely funny lines and sight gags. Then, we get the scene at the fireplace, where the stuff from the past comes up. Fine. It just got darker and he’s troubled, but he’s getting through it – THAT’S WHAT THE WHOLE MOVIE WAS ABOUT.
He’s falling in love.
He’s off the drugs.
He’s dealing with what he did to his mom.
Good movie.
BUT. THEN. We get 30 more minutes of him SAYING it, with some of the most excrutiating dialogue. “I got a lot of issues. . .but I’m working through them. . .and. . .I think I’m gonna be all right.”
That whole catching the tear in the cup thing. “Well, if you have another one, I got the cup right here.”
The scene with Dad was cringe-inducing “I’ve forgiven myself. . .and I’m forgiving you.”
The whole final day with Peter Skarsgard could have been cut ENTIRELY from the film. I guess it gave Braff a couple chances to spread his arms out and lean back in the rain.
Then, there was some just totally contrived things. To wit, tap dancing in front of the fireplace in the mansion. Was this just a pretty shot to stick in a trailer?
Portman flipping out and saying, “that’s something no one in the history of the world has ever done.” Ugh.
So, it turns out she had epilepsy. Why was she a liar? Why was she so goofy and emotional? There was no motivation for her bizarre behavior.
The model for personal family stories like this should be “You Can Count on Me”. Where we get the entire weight of the character’s history through watching the characters. Not through sit-down chat sessions in a bathtub.
He had a great idea for half a movie. The second half could have been plucked from any CBS movie of the week.