Every
Thing Will Be Fine is a critic's worst nightmare, which is to say that it's
really goddamn boring — the kind of boring that is tough to write about, and which inevitably threatens to bring out everyone's inner hack, cycling through synonyms to
keep the prose
lively («dull,» «tedious,» «stultifying,» etc.), all the while fighting the urge to just start nitpicking
things that might be endearing in a better film.