"Life Itself" packs in some Earth-shattering revelations about, well, life itself: when one door closes, another one opens, love can come out of tragedy, the people we meet actually have personal lives and stories of their own, and you never know who you'll meet and when. If you are familiar with any of these from other films or stock motivational posters, kindly skip this insufferable, sappy two-hour affair.
If one can surrender logic and give in to their romantic nature there are great rewards to be found within Fogelman's (hackneyed) 'Life Itself''. I will make no effort to defend the scripting but the emotional heart of the film, the performances and the reliance on Bob Dylan's 'Time out of Mind' as a narrative device scored with this viewer. Perhaps a new guilty pleasure.
If there's actually a movie worse than this grotesquely manipulative and condescending excuse for masochism disguised as emotional catharsis, I'll be impressed. Dan Fogelman's sophomore feature is both fascinating and infuriating in how its stellar cast is constantly wasted and played like cheap instruments to convey its patronizing ideas of love, family and tragedy.