Celine Song's latest romantic drama is completely insufferable, but probably the most interesting movie I've ever loathed with every cell of my being.
A no-nonsense matchmaker, who is every bit as shallow as her clients, finds herself torn between two men vying for her affections—one rich, one poor.
The bottom line is: If you're a man, all your value can be measured in your bank account and your height, and if you're a woman, all that matters is your youth and waistline. Same as it ever was.
Whether Dakota Johnson ends up with Pedro Pascal or Chris Evans doesn't matter; they've already won in the game of life.
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