Whitney Cummings had an unusually good opportunity to make a great film, but she couldn't get it done. My sense is that she needed a seasoned director and storyteller mentoring her, because so much of the movie does work well. It starts off reasonably strongly, but once all the characters have been introduced it begins to lose its way, getting worse with each passing frame. The movie can't decide if it wants to be an insightful human story with a message, a flat-out comedy or a Hollywood romantic-comedy. It descends into formulaic stuff. Also, we could use more actors and fewer stand-up comedians in a film like this. One last word: this book deserves a better movie. Please, will somebody try again?