Oh, it’s just another manic pixie totally-unqualified-to-do-her-job girl meets medical-cute with a hot rich young hunk who is not adjusting well to life as a quadriplegic and wants to die. But she will help restore his joie de vivre with her kooky wardrobe and goofy adorableness, right? Based on the bestselling novel by Jojo Moyes, this miscalculated romantic dramedy wants us to feel sorry for the formerly athletic, once free-spirited Will (Sam Claflin), who has only his doting parents (Charles Dance and Janet McTeer), a physical therapist (Stephen Peacocke), his new sorta-nursemaid/companion Lou (Emilia Clarke), and an apparently bottomless fortune to get by on. Sure, life confined to a wheelchair has its challenges, but no one is in a better position to cope with them than Will is, and surely quadriplegia alone is not reason enough to justify suicide. The film is coy about the complex physical and psychological problems that someone in Will’s position might experience, but honest grittiness would interfere with the glossy romance, wouldn’t it? This couldn’t be more pathetically simplistic about the morally complicated issues surrounding assisted suicide. By MaryAnn Johanson