For John, BLUF: You either have hope or you cave into cynicism. Nothing to see here; just move along.
From Mr Anthony Lane, a Writer for The New Yorker we have a review of the new movie, Trainwreck.
The movie stars Amy Schumer, and from here Wikipedia bio, the movie sounds like like an on-screen biography, with a happy ending.
And there is where the writer, Mr Lane, upchucks. He is dissolute over the ending to the movie Trainwreck. The reason is the heroine goes from being a hard bitten female version of a swinger to someone who finds love and hope for the future, and, yuck, marriage.
Amy, though informed by Steven [her boyfriend at the beginning of the movie], “You’re not nice,” is nice enough to befriend a homeless man outside her apartment; her philandering is not that of a genuine free spirit but of a conscience wrenched out of joint by an equally faithless father (Colin Quinn), who now, as if paying for his sins, suffers from multiple sclerosis and resides in an assisted-living facility. Amy has a sister (Brie Larson), who has a husband and a stepson, and, fiercely though Amy mocks their domestic harmony, they have much to teach her, the end result being a long shot, late in the proceedings, of all four of them gathered for a group hug. … So much for the promise of the title. “Trainwreck” sticks to the rails.What's not to like? A story of redemption. Things start out bad and end well. Virtues turn out to have value. There is hope.
I feel sorry for Mr Lane, the Reviewer. It must be tough working at The New Yorker, with all that Progressive cynicism.
Regards — Cliff