dir. Mark Mylod
One of tragically numerous chick flicks where the sole intention seems to be to make all women in the universe feel bad about themselves. Had sex with multiple partners? You’re a slut! Not had much or any sex? You’re a prude! You’re in a relationship? You’re boring! You’re single? You’re pathetic! Anna Faris decides to navigate this perpetual negativity by making hideous little sculptures in her spare time, and because Chris Evan lazily drapes some fairy lights over them, it’s true love. The only number anyone needs in this movie is for the local mental institution.
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