Everything falls a part at about the thirty minute mark. Maybe not everything, but final revelations occur as if the wool has been pulled from over the eyes to reveal a facade held together by scotch tape. For starters, Gyllenhaal can act. That's a fact everyone and their grandmother knows. And in this premise, best described as Groundhog's Day mixed with a late 2010's Liam Neeson film (in a good way), Gyllenhaal acts around predictable twists and turns a rather bare bones story into an enjoyable watch. The biggest problem (as foreshadowed) is the ending. I may be cruel, I may be callous, but damn it, schmaltz is smeared all over a perfectly dark conclusion. It leaves one with anything but satisfaction. Oh, he got with the woman he had little to no chemistry with. Fantastic. Oh he doesn't ultimately die. Great. What's left is nothing but some sort of sick and twisted happy ending that would leave Zemeckis upchucking in a bush. Like I said, enjoyable film. But only until it becomes About Time, (or something similarly cringe worthy).