Stranger than Fiction

Starts off inte­res­ting but quickly falls away into a sloppy sen­ti­men­tal love story with pre­dic­ta­ble plot arcs and dia­lo­gue that feigns inte­llect; the book — the sub­ject of the film — sounds and feels like those dis­count romance novels you pick up at ser­vice sta­tions. I had high hopes for this after the first ten minu­tes, but after an hour it felt like that appa­lling Sarah Miche­lle Gellar film “Simply Irre­sis­ti­ble” but with less magic and fairy dust. In fact, with each second this film grows expo­nen­tially worse and it conc­lu­des in the most soppy and pathe­tic man­ner pos­si­ble, betra­ying the morals and story­te­lling pro­wess the film wri­ters tell them­sel­ves just moments befo­rehand. Gah.

But I’m sure your girl­friends would love it.