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They were brave performances, but the script is terrible. Why is it supposed to be? It never really lands, instead it circles around a mish-mash of themes that aren't fully explored, including some laughable fretting about the threat of global warming. A terminal cancer sufferer isn't going to be focused on the temperature of the planet in one hundred years time. There are some half hearted attempt to underscore the movie with nature themes, but it all feels so incongruous including some clunky attempts to introduce drama that never pay off. The main character leaves a pill behind, but finds it again. The other character might get charged with a crime, but isn't. Shrugs.
The story is so contrived that it's difficult to care about the characters. The result being that I couldn't wait for the door to hurry up and close - a signal that the main character had died - so this movie, too, would finally be put out of its misery.