Regretting You is your classic heart-tugging family-meets-romance drama that tries to balance teenage love, parental pain, and a few too many dramatic pauses. It’s based on Colleen Hoover’s hit novel, which means emotions run high, secrets get messy, and tissues are practically a requirement.
Mason Thames continues his streak of proving he can do it all—this time as a charming, witty heartthrob who somehow manages to make even the cheesiest dialogue sound bearable. Dave Franco, on the other hand, spends most of the movie looking like he’s not sure which emotion he’s supposed to be showing—but hey, awkward dads are still relatable.
Clancy Brown, a powerhouse as always, feels criminally underused (how do you cast Clancy Brown and give him ten lines?). Sam Morelos is the real MVP—her comedic timing cuts through the melodrama like a knife through overcooked pasta. Absolute gold.
Visually, the movie looks great—warm lighting, soft focus, and all the cinematic cues of a feel-good drama. But let’s talk about that editing. Some scene transitions feel like the film just skipped a heartbeat—one minute you’re in a romantic moment, the next you’re staring at someone making coffee like it’s a major plot twist. The soundtrack does the heavy lifting though, keeping things emotionally afloat even when the pacing stumbles.
Now, Regretting You cranks the cheesy romance dial up to maximum. You’ll either roll your eyes or secretly swoon—and maybe both at the same time. The film is filled with moments, but not all of them flow smoothly. The pacing’s a little off, and those parallel romantic scenes? Some land… others crash and burn.
The relationship between Morgan and Clara is supposed to be strained, but it’s so emotionally dry at times that it’s hard to believe they share the same DNA. The story itself has solid bones—a great concept about love, loss, and healing—but the execution feels like it needed one more rewrite. Predictable dialogue pops up just when you think things might surprise you, but the sincerity in the performances saves it from being a total eye-roll fest.
The runtime could’ve been trimmed by about 25 minutes, and that would’ve helped smooth things out. Still, when the romance finally clicks and the heartbreak hits, it does deliver that warm, cozy “it’s complicated, but I’m still watching” vibe.
Bottom line: it’s not a cinema essential, but it’s perfect for streaming. Grab a blanket, some snacks, and prepare to cringe, laugh, and maybe even tear up—just a little.
A sweet mess of emotions with charming performances and awkward edits.
