
London: the Shard and St. Paul’s
I’d never seen the two buildings from this angle, from a position just north of King’s Cross.

I’d never seen the two buildings from this angle, from a position just north of King’s Cross.

Women here are mothers, “hot” girls, or are dying of a cancer that isn’t even her own story: it serves only as a life lesson for the male protagonist.

The Manic Pixie Dream Girl gets sick, but she can still inspire a man to better himself, while also adding a dash of repugnant narcissism to the subgenre.

An unambitious slacker stoner dude who gets unquestioning support to a saintly degree from a perfect girlfriend? Check. *yawn*

It’s one joke dragged out for 90 minutes, and while it’s not entirely unamusing, the comedy feels mired in the same stoner fog as its slacker protagonist.

In Holborn.

Appears to believe that if you put a gun in a woman’s hand, it’s not exploitive to also treat her like a sex toy and a decorative object.

There isn’t a single level on which this crass reboot operates that isn’t a disaster. There is all sorts of stupid at work here, and all sorts of offensive.