Move over Deadpool, you've met your match, at least in terms of vulgar language and unsophisticated taste. I was drawn to this title in the most roundabout of ways I won't bore you with, but it's something I could have passed on. There's two ways you can look at the resolution of this story. In the first instance, Izzy (Mackenzie Davis) finally comes to the realization that her idealized fantasy of getting back together with Roger (Alex Russell) was simply not going to work, knowing her own personality and recalling all the things that went bad between them the first time around. Or, she wound up executing an elaborately orchestrated revenge plan on Roger and her former best friend Whitney (Sarah Goldberg), in which case she credibly succeeded. I tend to go with the latter based on that knowing smile she exhibited as she walked away from the scene of her crime. In any case, this film will appeal to those enrolled in the Amy Schumer school of poor taste and gutter level humor, the only redeeming quality being the acting skill of Ms. Davis, who put her character through a range of emotion that not everyone could have pulled off.
Oh yeah, that song Izzy sang with sister Virginia - nails on chalkboard.
Oh yeah, that song Izzy sang with sister Virginia - nails on chalkboard.