
Tully movie review: thou shalt be nicer to yourself
A movie unlike any we’ve seen before, one deeply, intimately sympathetic to modern motherhood — to modern womanhood. Brilliantly wise and funny, and profoundly moving.

A movie unlike any we’ve seen before, one deeply, intimately sympathetic to modern motherhood — to modern womanhood. Brilliantly wise and funny, and profoundly moving.

This is a remarkably inert movie: unscary, unexciting, and so obvious that it announces how obvious it is going to be in advance.

Dumb, pointless, unentertaining crap. But at least it’s about women. Yay? Nah.
Those with a very low tolerance for indie quirk may find their patience tried, but I, who have been mixed on the Duplass Brothers and really hated their last film, kinda couldn’t help being charmed by this one.
Color me intrigued. Time travel, hints of romance, and soup. What’s not to love?
Behold mumblecore! It’s just like regular-movie-core, but with hipster cred. Except it’s just more of the same old shit roughed up around the edges…