The terminally ill romance Midnight Sun won’t so much jerk your tears as bore you to them

The tearjerker formula’s rote eroticization of death—a robotic striptease of freak accidents and terminal illness—is matched only by its blandness, which challenges critics to review the same film at least three or four times a year without repeating themselves. Take Midnight Sun, for example. Here is the crassly…

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