Annie Wolter

I can't take ti anymore. The lack of discretion in characters who would in real life know much better has reached a degree for which I can't suspend my reasoning and enjoy this anymore. Going after a killer known for inventive methods into a dark nightclub without calling for backup? Sorry, no go, even with the attempts to show this person was willing to be risky. Getting out of the car to face an active shooter with little fear but then scared to death when it happens a few scenes later in a different setting? Can't stomach it anymore.

This is a true feel bad romcom. Also unbelievable. The male protagonist couldn't accept unconditional love. But it's hard to believe that two years of consistent messaging from the female protagonist, in the conditions presented, wouldn't have enabled him to do so. The man who brought them together later would have gotten through to the young man earlier. Also, we have to feel bad repeatedly over rotten family issues. And even if they had gotten together, we would have had to cheer for her for leaving her husband. What a downer.

It was very, very wrong to have a challenge to make something ooze out of a dessert and then give the best in class award to someone whose dessert didn't ooze.