by Elinor Jones
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Advance movie screenings often feature crappy free swag. When I arrived at the advance screening of Me Before You, I was urged to take a free box of tissues emblazoned with an image from this film.
"Will I need these?" I asked.
"OH YES," they promised.
I took my free Kleenex. I cry at cat food commercials. I was fucking READY.
But then: nothing. It did not rain on my face. My cheeks were California-levels-of-drought dry. What the hell, Me Before You? If you're not a sob-inducing romance, what even are you?