Hard-partying, emotionally-detached man meets sensitive, artist woman with fatal disease. They fall in love. They fall out of love. Will man come to his senses? Will woman allow herself to feel love despite downhill course of disease? Will the sappy music ever stop? Will we keep watching this dreck? Will attractive people getting undressed and having sex keep our attention? You know all the answers to these questions, as this film is just a rehash of dozens that came before it.
The film raises, without subtlety, some questions society needs to confront: the role of the pharmaceutical industry in the medical-industrial complex, how we treat people with incurable diseases, how people with incurable diseases search for cures and what to wear to a pajama party.
Perhaps I should give this film more credit for avoiding flatulence, it nevertheless gives us a few laughs on the subject of erectile dysfunction and its cures, masturbation, three-way sex and internet porn. So original.
The film raises, without subtlety, some questions society needs to confront: the role of the pharmaceutical industry in the medical-industrial complex, how we treat people with incurable diseases, how people with incurable diseases search for cures and what to wear to a pajama party.
Perhaps I should give this film more credit for avoiding flatulence, it nevertheless gives us a few laughs on the subject of erectile dysfunction and its cures, masturbation, three-way sex and internet porn. So original.