Poor Bobby Fischer. It turns out that he’s just a poor mentally unhinged guy oppressed by the government and capitalism and whatever.
Older guy picks up a teenager and offers some money in exchange for sex. Really, what is the worst that can happen?
This one doesn’t even pretend to be feminist even a little. Two steps forward, twenty steps back…
This is a love story between a young man and an 81-year old man. The problem? Not enough passion.
How nice, the director does his best to make sure that I don’t care even a little about these people and their story.
The clarity of the messages in the book comes through despite the script laboring under the assumption that John Green is a pseudonym for Nicholas Sparks.
I see dead people.