I want to preface this by saying this is the most I’ve cried in a movie theater since…idk…I saw Umbrellas of Cherbourg maybe. Everyone in the theater was crying.  

The whole film teeters on the edge of sentimentality—sometimes it’s a success, other times, for me, it was pure schmaltz. The first quarter of the film especially felt like romantic fan-fiction, with moments such as Shakespeare feverishly writing Romeo’s speech to Juliet by candlelight and Agnes’ saccharine memories of mixing…