This fucking movie—with its absurd, paper-thin characters and simpering, pandering indie cutesiness smothered from one asshole to the other in the worst fucking precious toddler music that ever induced self-inflicted gunshot wounds—actually got me to watch right up to its just-follow-your-adorable-little-heart climax, when the DVD crapped out on me and I had to go online to read a synopsis because I still wanted to know what would happen to the baby.
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