A multiplex-friendly, formula rom-com that happens to be about two women. The clichéd characters include Rachel’s busybody mom, her precocious eight-year-old son, and yogis with barely repressed anger.
The depiction of Rachel bugged me. She’s an entitled, casually racist, judgmental binge-drinker, and the film clearly wants us to find her endearing for the resulting antics. In her scenes with Nikki, she’s pretentious and dishonest, so it’s never clear why the grounded, ambitious Nikki thinks they’re “soulmates.”
Then there are the obligatory love-at-first-sight camera zoom and the falling-in-love montage where they walk on the beach, laughing at sunset. It only (intentionally) got me to laugh once.