There's a tough-minded drama struggling to break through the movie's glossy veneer-a contemplation of the black hole of death that, sooner or later, becomes the center of life.
Is this really an honest portrait of a beautiful and intense friendship between women? What's intense about it, or beautiful, or honest?
In the march to the end, "Miss You Already" grinds its gears through the late stages of cancer, following a predictable and cliche path. Each scene is a yank on the heartstrings, a poke in the tear ducts, its intents and machinations plainly obvious.
It observes, rather astutely, that there is a power imbalance in a certain kind of friendship where one half plays the ringleader and scene-stealer while the other is the sidekick and enabler.
Part-"Cake," part-"50/50" and a whole lot of "Beaches" ...
The film is a soulless parade of movie conventions and rote acting.
People say there aren't enough films made by women and about women, and that's true. Well this is one, and it's a damn good one.
It ends on a note of fluidity and grace that makes you wish it had been told with fewer frenetic rampages and less forced whimsy.
There are some sitcom beats and moments of smiling-through-tears fakiness, but you never doubt that these women love each other and that the movie's interest in the complexities of that love is justified.