I hated this movie with every fibre of my being. The writer/director/star/main problem was so unbelievably good at sucking all the charisma from a scene that it began to felt like he was put on this earth to ruin good things. But then I realise that this was never good, because the writing sucks, the directing sucks (looks like they just pointed the camera at whatever angle didn't have a PA walking by with a cup in their hand) and I cannot emphasise enough how weird this movie is.

Not weird in an interesting way, weird like it was written by someone who had never met a human being, let alone an adult woman.

Dakota Johnson's character miscarries in a public bathroom (I mean, fine), and apparently the only way she can leave the building without embarrassment is by having the main character buy her a novelty t-shirt? And then wear one himself? Just so they could film a scene of all the main characters walking through a Bar Mitzvah in ironic T-shirts in slow-mo, smiling (keeping in mind that one of them just had a fucking miscarriage)? Later that night, the same character tries to initiate sex with the awful protagonist - less than an hour after miscarrying! ????????

That scene is really bad, and every scene before and after it is even worse. I don't even recommend having this play in the background of a clinic or surgery in case of side effects. I need an exorcism.

Wow. And not in a good way.
Ben, I've heard people raving about this film, and others panning it, and saying it's downright skewed and creepy.
I didn't have much interest in it in the first place and based on your review (this is not how a woman would react normally after a miscarriage, and sounds in really bad taste):I very much doubt I'll give it the time of day.

Thank you for your review.

I think “incompetent” was probably a better word because sometimes “bad” movies can be watchable. I am so confused by the positive reviews.