So remember what I said the other day about how Tarantino-influenced non-chronological order is practically a staple in “indie” films? Well, yeah, here we are.

Given the hype this movie’s received, it was pretty disappointing. It was your basic standard relationship movie except told out-of-order and with some indie touches, like a narrator and a bit of archness. Really, though, nothing special at all. If one were being objective, nearly any random Hugh Grant movie is better than this.

Still, it’s okay and all, so it’s not like you’ll hate yourself after Netflixing it.