Advance movie screenings often feature crappy free swag. When I arrived at the advance screening of Me Before You, I was urged to take a free box of tissues emblazoned with an image from the film. "Will I need these?" I asked. "OH YES," they promised. I took my free Kleenex. I cry at cat food commercials. I was fucking READY. But then: nothing. It did not rain on my face. My cheeks were California-levels-of-drought dry. What the hell, Me Before You? If you're not a sob-inducing romance, what even are you? by Elinor Jones