You Hurt My Feelings

You Hurt My Feelings knows there are bigger problems in the universe than a miscommunication or a bruised ego. But just because they're first-world problems doesn't mean they're not huge problems in the tiny bubble we all create for ourselves.

Julia Louis-Dreyfus delivers smashingly good work...

Definitely one to watch the way most people do with SNL: wait till the highlights hit YouTube and skip the rest.

The radiant, immensely approachable dramedy takes a kind look at the fragility of our egos and about how one offhand opinion can snowball into an avalanche of resentment, doubts and eventually introspection.

As a slice of life spiked with mordant, uncynical humor, it’s deliciously entertaining.

Louis-Dreyfus is pitch perfect and hilariously relatable as Beth.

[T]his film is much funnier than its simple setup probably has any right to be, and that's mostly because Holofcener has tapped into something so recognizably human.

There’s undeniably something Seinfeld-ian about little problems rippling into a wider sea of anxieties, and four central New Yorkers flailing and flopping around in it all.

But it’s with the core couples that the filmmaker delivers her finest moments, creating a lived-in world, a true microcosm that pokes fun at our insecurities and the little white lies that keep us happy.

You Hurt My Feelings’ topical touches are witty but a little shallow.