Imagine talking to your most heartsick friend, the one who simply cannot get over her ex. A decade on, this breakup has become her entire personality — the only thing she ever seems to think about or want to talk about, the single event she blames for everything from her ill-advised hookups to her recurring panic attacks to even, somehow, her boring job.
Now imagine the person you are talking to is not your friend but a total stranger, and a fictional one at that — giving you no reason whatsoever to listen politely as she cries yet again about her misery, let alone tag along while she hurtles herself back into his orbit yet again.
Every Year After
The Bottom Line
Dull and dour.
