Kills Me Dead

I have no idea who the target audience for this film is.

Bitches be crazy, amirite?

I want to post the hell out of the trailer to this the next time one of those insipid breast cancer awareness memes comes around Facebook.

Infatuated tweens and Bill Compton are probably the only people who can enjoy the mucky melodrama in this one.

This is not the Beatles film you’re looking for (nor is it supposed to be).

Good for the art school crowd, not necessarily accessible for anyone else.

You’ll be shocked to know that this movie was merely all right.

I’m surprisingly underwhelmed by this.

Doesn’t ask a lot of tough questions, but enjoyable nonetheless.

Don’t come here looking for Bella Swan and Jane the Volturi.

Sometimes snarky, usually indignant