For the records, I can't stand Dakota Johnson. I think she's bland and not very talented. The only reason she gets work is nepotism, I'm sure. But I do adore Rebel Wilson, whose over the top, exuberant energy helped this from being a total waste of time. I love her unpredictability and how there's never any attempt to apologize for her sexuality. There's not nearly enough of that in fictional women in movies.
But the movie is...fractured. It tries to be clever with the different storylines, but one--Alison Brie hanging out in a bar for free wi-fi in search of her soulmate through online dating--is connected to the others by the thinnest of threads. The only reason I didn't snooze through her scenes was because she's engaging to watch, even if it was one-note. Pretty much everyone was one-note, even Leslie Mann playing an obstetrician who gets artificially inseminated and then doesn't tell the younger guy she's been sleeping with. That actor, Jake Lacy, was a bit of a surprise, because he's a big dork but still manages to be charming.
Oh, well, I always knew it wasn't going to be high art. Rebel was funny. The babies were cute. And it was half-price, so I can't complain.
Speaking of movies, tomorrow Craig and I are going to an afternoon showing of "Pretty in Pink" with some friends. It's part of the whole anniversary thing, and he's never seen it. I haven't seen it on a big screen since it first came out. I'm a little excited about it. :)