Tully
Crit
One of my favorite films of 2015 was Young Adult, so I was predisposed to love a film reuniting screenwriter Diablo Cody, director Jason Reitman, and star Charlize Theron, and I was loving the tale of motherhood and sisterhood until . . . well, I can't tell you until what without switching to invisible ink. If you're new to this Cheeseblabbery technique, simply use your mouse to define the text below, and you'll be able to read it--but only if you've seen the film or don't care about having it spoiled.
"Did you see it coming?" I asked the other guy who stayed to the end of the credits. "Oh, yeah," he said. "I saw it coming a mile away." "I didn't see it coming," I admitted, "but then again I didn't see it coming in Fight Club, either."
And there you have it: this is Fight Club, only with milk-tender boobs instead of fist-loosened teeth. I like Fight Club, but once I registered the theft, I couldn't feel as warmly toward this one anymore.
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