Abby Kohn and Marc Silverstein’s I Feel Pretty never really taps into the inherent absurdity of its premise.
It’s admirably frank in its depiction of lingering trauma but too often struggles to capture its more ineffable qualities.
It’s dismaying how comfortable the film is in treating its Latin American characters as mere props for violent gags.
The script doesn’t revel in Amy’s quite harmless flaws, or at least examine them in the spirit of benevolence.
Commingling industry shoptalk with introspective insights and wrangling testimonials, the film casts an incredibly wide net.