The strange thing, the downright bizarre thing, about this quest is that Marvel Studios and Paramount Pictures have wagered a lot of money on the proposition (if the film itself is any indication) that the audience won't care in the least whether superhero movies have stupid, artsy contrivances like themes
Long before the soundtrack rhapsodizes about "tender comrades" in the film's final scene, Thanks for Sharing has made its central (and somewhat strange) thesis abundantly clear: addiction, however unpleasant it might be, is a small price to pay for the acquisition of the types of steadfast, loyal, and lifelong friends one acquires in support groups.
In his critical reception history for the novel in the Bedford edition, Alistair Duckworth notes that "feminist voices" were seldom heard championing Austen prior to the 1970s
The religion stuff is a red herring, though, I know. It wouldn't bother me if I was focused on the story or if I could see these characters as realistic people with actual human flaws.
