This movie stole content from Lindsay Ellis so it feels appropriate to use a Lindsay Ellisism to open this review:

Thanks, I hate it.

This feels like the kind of film that would be written by the sort of people that didn’t get the satire of 500 Days of Summer and complain about it’s use of the manic pixie dream girl trope.

This film feels the need to have Rebel Wilson explain all of the jokes directly to the camera, which only emphasises how unfunny the jokes are. The concept of being trapped in a romantic comedy world is not inherently a bad one, in the right hands you can get great satire out of that idea. This does not feel like satire but more like it’s just a bad rom-com.

The problem really is with the fact that it plays the idea for comedy but doesn’t offer enough laughs to justify itself. Where as something like 500 Days of Summer would introduce harsh realities into the rom-com formula in order to criticise the genre here you just get the exact same thing, with the same conclusion and the same watered-down, primary school message about love and self worth but Rebel Wilson makes bad one-liners about montages and slow motion.

I’m writing this review just hours after watching the film and honestly have nothing more to say, for a satire this had shockingly little impact on me.

Just skip this one.