Over the last handful of centuries, romantic comedies have
become the sub-genre primed for
mocking, containing all kinds of insipid clichés and story tropes that breed
incessantly within it like the world’s least useful petri dish. Over the last
handful years, time travel narratives have been in vogue, primarily those involving
the lead character reliving the same event over and over again, trying to get
it "right" and make everyone happy (or, more likely, just themselves). These
two worlds have intersected before, like with last year’s Naked, but this is a
truly harmonious synergy. A feat of filmmaking that manages to highlight the
utter worst of both worlds to create a shining example of why this shit needs
to stop.