What Finally Ruins <em>The Mountain Between Us</em>

I did not hate . I did not hate it, as rightfully did—I did not find it irredeemably treacly or irrevocably dumb—until, that is, the movie’s very last scene: a scene so shockingly laughable that it made all the merely not-very-good scenes that had come before it fully, and finally, unforgivable. I won’t spoil it, but will simply say that the very last moments of give a run for their money—and that, in those moments, the film that had thus far been a compelling tangle of genres (survival adventure, competence porn, rom-com, celebration of the human spirit, etc.) revealed itself for what it is, and indeed for what it had been, in poor disguise, the movie that happens to begin with a plane crash. . , except he’ll definitely have what she’s having because the only thing on offer is flame-grilled mountain lion.