I turned it off after sixteen minutes when I realized that I would not care if someone broke in and stabbed the main character with a knitting needle, except that it would have improved the film.
This problem is endemic in modern cinema. You ask me to become involved with a character without giving me any reason to do so. She's not funny, or interesting, or assertive. She says nothing clever or thoughtful or interesting. So why would I waste more than sixteen minutes watching her?
I'm presuming that she ends up on some sort of journey of self-discovery or enlightnment, but, frankly, I don't care.
This problem is endemic in modern cinema. You ask me to become involved with a character without giving me any reason to do so. She's not funny, or interesting, or assertive. She says nothing clever or thoughtful or interesting. So why would I waste more than sixteen minutes watching her?
I'm presuming that she ends up on some sort of journey of self-discovery or enlightnment, but, frankly, I don't care.