the Daughter
I'm almost halfway through the movie and I have to say, I hate the daughter already. I don't know what happens, but for some reason, I hate her. She's self-centered, she imagines things about her mother, she's annoying (she's just barged into her friend's house and is currently grabbing cereals and making a bit of a mess--hate that) and she seems pathetic.
I mean, her mother is fun, flamboyant and obviously very good with people and her daughter is obviously the opposite, it's amazing she's the supposed New Yorker in the story. She's a shrinking violet and apparently, blames it on her mother. She fades into the background around mom because, hell, it's her fault. She's a wimp, clearly, but why blame it on mom?
I hate how she blames so much on her mother and can't seem to accept some of the fault herself when she too clearly has them.
And no, I am not an old person. I'm 19.