My Happy Ending

I think it'll probably resonate with anyone who has gone through this experience themselves.

The premise of “My Happy Ending” is somewhat slight, but there’s nothing insubstantial about a woman coming to a profound realization about her life thanks to a surprising encounter with unexpected new allies

Julia discovers there’s no A-list treatment when it comes to the big C, a realization that softens and humanizes her.

“My Happy Ending” can’t even do a tearjerker right.

The labored screen adaptation shows regrettably few signs of personal fire, and many signs of a work that has been sapped of the intimacy of live theater.

Plays fast and loose with actual medical ethics in service of the story’s theme of self-actualization.

The movie is far more entertaining than the premise would suggest, and it movingly represents Gov’s plea for us to speak more openly and realistically about death.

The only happy ending that viewers might get from watching this poorly made and fake-looking cancer comedy/drama is when this boring train wreck is finally over. Tamsin Greig gives the movie's only adequate performance. Everyone else's acting falls flat.

The point of the film is to suggest that the patient should have agency over how they approach their treatment, but Julia's reasoning for her own choices rings hollow.

Forget the happy endings&#59; this whole journey is misguided