The bleaker the better.
I watch movies specifically to feel something. In 2 and a half hours I didn’t here. Well, except for disappointment and frustration.
The way the film’s sole key female character was wrote seemed straight out of a John Green novel. An easily disposable beautiful, mysterious, highly sexual, former girl next door with a deep sadness (that we never receive any insight into) who matters only so much as she affects and attracts the incredibly average male protagonist. That’s a no from me.