I'm aware that before this movie, dear Michelle, just entering adulthood, had already done three other films after Buffy, her most notable ones, the big three - Eurotrip, Mysterious Skin, Ice Princess - however, I've decided to skip those for now and leave them out of my ongoing series of reviews of her filmography. I watched all of them shortly after her passing, and I generally don't like rewatching something within a rather short period of time. Besides, as the saying goes, it's best to end on a high note, right!?
The movie is based on the novel of the same name. I'm not going to talk about the book nor compare it to the movie (suffice to say, it's generally considered a poor adaptation). I frankly don't care about the book. I intend to evaluate the movie as a standalone work, both from a filmmaking perspective and screenwriting point of view.
Just reading what the movie was about was enough for me to know - plain and simple - that I didn’t want to watch it and that it was going to be painful to watch and potentially emotionally scarring. I really, really dislike this premise.
To dump a person just after they become quadruplectic, in the moments when they need you the most... a sentient human will always feel like shit, no matter how justified it is. It's terrible. In the end, it hurt even more than I expected because aside from the inevitable, dark and deeply unsettling tragedy - one I would seriously not wish on anyone - I hadn't anticipated so much... well, let's just be blunt and say idiocy on the part of the main character, Carrie (Michelle Trachtenberg),
even for a supposedly romantic movie.