Don’t Make Me Go is one of those rare movies that will make you cry, and then make you feel annoyed about it, because it clearly isn’t worth your tears. As a member of the Dead Dad Club, I knew going into this movie that I needed a pack of tissues nearby. What I didn’t expect was to feel so annoyed by the film that I wanted to recant my tears as wasted on such a hollow exercise.
Verdict: A last-minute twist can’t save this debacle of a melodrama.
