This film is another in the genre of movies = watching people living their boring, depressing, ordinary lives. Michelle Williams mopes around convincingly, but she's such a depressing sulk, who cares about her and her crummy life. Williams gets pregnant in high school, abandons her life plans to be a Dr. and marries a loser. Since when did this constitute a movie plot? You could watch any fat slob with unwanted children in a trailer park and it would be the same entertainment level. I particularly like how they aged Ryan Gosling like 25 years (his fake pattern baldness was a gem), but Michelle Williams looks identical to her teenage self. You see, they flash between the present and past to seem deep and artsy. Finally, Michelle W. realizes Ryan is a baby, and doesn't want to raise two children, and she leaves. Movie over. Many yawns for this one. Will someone tell Hollywood to bring back the radical concepts of plot and action.