At times this movie just didn’t make sense. I still don’t understand why they were acting like they were “running away” to NYC (let’s not even get into the fact that a woman in her mid 20s surely is too old to “run away”) when all they were doing was going to a party/singing competition. Last I heard, you were allowed to leave NYC after whatever event you were attending was over.

I wanted to like it but it just fell flat.

The best romantic comedy about a severed finger I have ever seen.

Nothing new, just excerpts from the various contributor’s memoirs, most of which I already read.

I wonder why the same exact scenes were used over and over again. Having them shot from the other character’s perspective during their sequence (or not reshowing them at all) would have been much more interesting.

Also, why did we learn nothing about the wife? Why bother even having her as a character if she rarely talked or did anything?

Why did it end so abruptly? It was cute enough but then it just suddenly ended during what appeared to be a dream sequence. Did they run out of film or what?

It is just not good! The writing was awful and the actors were phoning it in. I had never seen Zooey so wooden. The way she kept looking from side to side made me wonder if she was looking for an exit off the set. Who wouldn’t want to escape? The idea was cute and the production values were great but basically they spent a fortune making a show with cringe-worthy dialogue and even worse performances which was suprising given the usual level of work of these actors. Maybe it was the director’s fault?

Not worth the time it took to open the envelope from Netflix.

Why were some of the names just urban legends?

I wanted to like this more than I actually did. I just couldn’t believe that she would like him and without that, the movie fell sort of flat. It really reminded me of Napolean Dynomite but with stunted adults rather than stunted children.

Why was she so obsessed with rehashing the foods of her childhood? It seemed like a third of the book was spent bad mouthing the food she grew up with (which seemed typical of any American family diet in the 1970s) without drawing any real parallels to her disease. I am glad she figured out what is wrong with her and is now eating so well, but her condescension was overwhelming and a real turn-off to me as a reader. She also repeated herself in many of the chapters.

Why, oh why didn’t she arrange the book chronologically? I feel like we were just revisiting the same eras again and again.