So this is kinda your standard Hollywood indie romance movie[1] except that it is intercut with scenes from the end of the marriage of the Hollywood indie romantics. The net effect is to be rather on the depressing side, as you see all the cute/quirky/charming stuff from the beginning of the relationship having metamorphosed into the tiresome/juvenile/fucked-up stuff from the end of it.

But depressing or no, it’s a very good movie, with all the traditional virtues of indie movies (i.e., solidly acted characters who feel like real people; cinematography that rises above the merely serviceable), and if you’ve ever walked out of a rom-com thinking “no way will that last,” well, here’s your chance to see what happens after the credits roll.

  1. “Hollywood” meaning that there’s a quirky free-spirited girl who is swept off her feet by a charming lightly bearded dude; “indie” meaning there’s an oral sex scene. ↩︎