A horrifically bad romantic comedy that serves as a celebration of entitlement, consumerism, and shallow behavior.
This concept of single still assumes that a woman must have a man, that a girl's only choice is between one boyfriend or 20.
Nothing here will blow you away -- think of this one as taking baby steps away from what's formulaic.
It's chickbait for Valentine's weekend, a fluffball that plays like warmed-over subplots from Sex and the City.
It ... exists in a candy-coated New York where everyone has infinite money, exactly six nonwhite people ever speak and Christmas is always gently covered with pristine, powdery snow.
Think of "How to Be Single" as a cinematic Whitman's Sampler: There are enough pieces that work to offset the pieces that don't.
The blandness of the film's execution tempers the praise it's owed for the relative boldness of its themes.
The film has some fun along the way, but it is more traditional than it would like to think it is.
Unsure what kind of movie it wants to be, How To Be Single is a messy mix of everything, burying the final, genuinely felt 20 minutes that could have saved this intermittently amusing, sloppily made rom-com.