Melissa McCarthy deserves a real nod for committing to this character 100%. She subverts herself and fully realizes a difficult, unlikeable woman. It is an award-worthy performance in a fairly dull movie. Paired with her is Richard E. Grant, playing Jack Hock, her partner in crime. His lightness and mirth brightens the dreary film. Based on a book which is based on supposed real events there isn't a lot of story here. An author falls on hard times and does some sketchy things to make money. End of story. But this is a two hour film so attempts are made to make it a "mood" piece and beef up relationships and events. Intrusive music overlays the beginning and end of the film, shot mostly on dark wet streets in NYC. Even daylight scenes seem to take place under grey skies. Jack Hock's character, along with that of a female bookseller, are beefed up to create dialog, but none of it works. The issue is the main character. Ms. McCarthy does a great job but you just end up hating her. And it is hard to spend two hours watching a character with virtually no redeeming values. SPOILER ALERT. And the cat dies. Of course it does. Probably my least favorite of the award nominated films I have screened thus far. Here's hoping Melissa McCarthy, who truly does have the chops, can find another vehicle to work her craft. In answer to the eponymous title? The answer is "no."
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