A just about good enough indie-type romantic comedy as a young Brooklyn gallery-assistant finds her collection of memorabilia from previous heartbreaks turns out to be her path to success. This is another of the "deeply neurotic behavior is romantic" school of romantic comedy but once it gets past some messy establishing material where the Brooklyn hipster quirk goes a bit overboard, it settles into a reasonable groove up until the grand-romantic-gesture ending, which again falls on the "somewhat embarrassing" side of the scale. The lead pair are more "because the movie demands it" levels of chemistry rather than something that is particularly inherent to the characters, and the various side characters do slightly sink to the level of their personal quirks rather than fully rounded characters, and it's a reminder of why romantic comedy isn't the most active cinema formula at the moment - because it's become overly predictable
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