We need more directors willing to take risks with films like Get Out.
If a well-intentioned, occasionally funny, often moving yet nonetheless flawed "womance" (the en vogue female term for bromance) causes you to desperately fumble about in the dark for that wad of tissue in the recesses of your purse, does that alone qualify it as a success?
In the case of “Miss You Already,” an all-too-literal bosom buddy, disease-themed dramedy that is part-“Cake,” part-“50/50” and a whole lot of “Beaches,” the answer is "yes." When crying time does arrive, it will feel like a symphonic wave of waterworks accompanied by an anvil chorus of rhythmic sniffling. Judging by my crowd, the result is enough to make chopped onions jealous.
But it’s a "yes" that carries several reservations. This London-set weeper about two late-30ish BFFs since early childhood—Jess, a sensible boho-chic American transplant (Drew Barrymore, essentially playing her adorable, wonky-smile self) and Milly, a glam go-getter of a PR whiz and mum of two (Toni Collette, whose prickly rendering of a self-absorbed double-mastectomy patient anchors the proceedings with a healthy dose of realistic grit, earning her the MVP crown)—doesn’t always justify the means to its geyser-inducing end.
As directed by teen-angst specialist Catherine Hardwicke (“Thirteen," "Twilight"), who takes a rare step into the arena of adult issues, “Miss You Already” examines—with unflinching honesty—the innately female health concerns involved with breast cancer and fertility problems. At the same time, the film has a slick predictability that can feel overly manipulative. It also has a bad case of Nancy Meyers-itis, where style in the form of character-defining wardrobes, lipstick hues, perfect manicures, footwear choices and hip home décor distracts as much as enhances the goings-on.