The Time Traveler’s wife follows Rachel McAdams’ Clare through several different phases of her life. And what a perfect life it is. 

She’s married to her longtime sweetheart Henry. They live in a palatial house. Complete with a detached garage where she can do her art. She muddles through her relationship with this relationship as best she can.     

Henry is a time traveler. A fact that way too many people seem far too willing to accept. But I’m just going to leave that alone. (No. No, I’m not. World-building, learn what it is.) Ok, moving right along…

Um, I’m just going to come out and say it. Clare has issues! Think about it! She’s in love with the same man since she was 6! Lordy! She’s even confused! The younger Henry leaves, the older Henry comes back. Is she more in love with old Henry or young Henry?!

I think I got abandonment issues watching that! Why does she put up with potentially being left forever?! Know what? We’ll never know. The movie just glosses right over these issues. Nope, major character depth. Not. Plummed. At. All.

The whole entire time, I kept thinking about Cersei. She’s got issues!