since he too exists within the vacuum of Marley's consciousness, discussing only her in scenes when she isn't present, his identity is tailored specifically to heighten her journey, making this struggle with trust more one of mental masturbation. Resultantly, the big lesson of the film and, in turn, coping with mortality isn't expanding one's mind, it's merely appreciating how to interpret everything around you as a reflection of your ego and importance. It's a hilariously disgusting message that inadvertently works as a shining beacon for everything wrong with the human experience, which is quite an impressive feat for such an insipid, throwaway romantic comedy. The DVD includes some interviews with the cast and crew that don't touch upon anything resembling self-awareness. It's all very rehearsed and optimistic, much like the B.S. status quo that allows nonsense like this to pass as normal and acceptable. (Alliance)