The producers of How to be Single should apologize to the female audience it’s targeting.
For Valentine’s, the guys got Deadpool, which is a movie that made me feel like a little kid again—I left with that delusional feeling of wanting beat up bad guys. And the women get this multifarious turd.
Before I get to ahead of myself, I realize that deconstructing this movie is about as fair as curb-stomping a kindergartener, but this movie deserves it. Considering the cast, I had hope—naive though it may have been—that this movie would break free from the conventions. Instead, it felt like the producers fished out every clichéd Valentine’s Day script they could find, and decided to throw them all together into one narrative, like a childish arts-n-crafts collage. The result is exactly what you’d expect: separate factions of characters that may exist on screen together but rarely interact with each other.