The whole thing was a fiction within a fiction
Usually, I have an ENORMOUS problem with movies like that are like that. In other words, I utterly despise them. Any movie where we find out at the end that it was all a dream (except The Wizard of Oz) really ticks me off.
Here, I don't think this one qualifies as that. This one isn't quite like that. At the end, we find out that actually, most of the movie - which was her blog - is "true", as true as anything can be in a fake movie, of course.
But what ticks me off about this movie is that the ending is cheap, forced. It's like the reverse of a Deus Ex Machina - nothing descends from the heavens to save her. The opposite occurs - we don't get to find out what happens to her, what she does, where she goes. Does she get her independence? Does she have the baby? Or is she just dead, lying in an alley somewhere? That's a bullsh!t ending if ever I saw one.
It's like the author got her through all of this, lined up all sorts of life events, life choices, and then just threw up her hands and gave up. "I can't figure out what this character will do next, so I'll just have her disappear instead. And then people can think this is all about how making bad sexual choices will come back and kill you."
Lame.
I want the doctor to take your picture so I can look at you from inside as well.
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