Maybe it’s weird to say that Johanna Morrigan deserves better when the person responsible for How to Build a Girl‘s screenplay is the same person who wrote her in novel form. But hey, here we are.
How to Build a Girl grated on me in ways few bad movies do; it’s quite possibly insult for anyone familiar with Moran and her work, and simply irritating for the rest. I’m not really inclined to give it more digital ink than that.
You can read my full review for Paste Magazine instead.
A Constant Visual Feast 