Here's a fun drinking game to play while watching, oh, ANY romantic comedy: Take a sip whenever you see (1) a girl reporter in the big city, who, despite working in print media, you never see actually working (or, okay, crying because her freelance check is late), (2) shots of the New York City skyline and environs, (3) ladies wobbling like sad baby woodland creatures in heels that are too high, (4) feuding sisters, and (5) no lovers' spat that can't be immediately fixed by a song 'n' dance number and/or other grand gesture.
I just described every romantic comedy of the last 20 years or so (excepting those made by Nora Ephron, who is perfect), and here's the bad news: All of these wackadoodle flourishes also appear in the Amy Schumer/Judd Apatow vehicle Trainwreck.
