Cute movie. Adorable, strong heroine. Historically whack-a-doodle, chock full of Scottish stereotypes, but whatever. It was an incredibly tight, well-constructed story and I was amazed at the craft that went into it.

But: it was not a movie that women who struggle with their relationships with their mothers should see without warning. Even knowing the mother/daughter relationship was at the core of the story, I cried like I was at therapy. Because it was like therapy (albeit significantly cheaper: $17.50 for 100 minutes vs. $180 for 60 minutes): the mourning of the relationship with my mother than I’ll never have because of her narcissism, the fear I won’t be the mother I should be to Pea, and just the sadness of the whole mess of my family. I pretty much was sidelined for the rest of the day, sorting out the emotional fallout.

(Also: 6 previews. WTF?)