Hardwicke clearly has a hard-earned emotional intelligence about the complexity of female friendships, particularly those so intense they dwarf everything around them
feels like chick lit for the big screen: a frothy, contrived confection with careful doses of sexy, silly and sad. But those sad bits will get you in the end
"Miss You Already" is like the best kind of hug: warm, reassuring, cathartic, and a fleeting but vital reminder that there's at least as much good in the world as there is bad