Don’t Make Me Go
Don’t Make Me Go is one of those rare movies that will make you cry, and then make you feel annoyed about it, because it clearly isn’t worth your tears. As a member of the Dead Dad Club, I knew going into this movie that I needed a pack of tissues nearby. What I didn’t expect was to feel so annoyed by the film that I wanted to recant my tears as wasted on such a hollow exercise.
Verdict: A last-minute twist can’t save this debacle of a melodrama.
