I’m off to see Trainwreck again tomorrow night, and I can’t wait. I know when a movie has its shit together and when it doesn’t, and apart from third-act disputes and discussions (which are fair to kick around) Trainwreck is two or three cuts above. It does the conventional relationship thing in a dryer, sharper, deep-down way. For the deadpan hilarity alone you can’t not see it. Smarts, depth, poignant perceptions, gut-level honesty — qualities obviously owned by Amy Schumer but not, I regret to observe, abundant among Kate Upton types. Prevalent now and then but not abundant. I wish it were otherwise.

“Perhaps most surprising, though, is what a strong performer Schumer proves to be,” says Screen Daily‘s Tim Grierson. “On her Comedy Central show, she’s quite funny in short sketches, but here she gets the chance to play a multi-dimensional character. The actress-comedian makes Amy’s childishness endearing while also recognising its shortcomings.

“Schumer gives us a snapshot of a young woman whose relationship issues present themselves in other ways, whether it’s through her bittersweet relationship with her nursing home-addled father (Colin Quinn is just right at capturing the man’s meagre, still contentious spirit) or in her passive-aggressive exchanges with her younger sister (a lively, slightly underused Brie Larson), who has never been as close to their dad.

Trainwreck may be a conventional meet-cute romantic comedy, but there are layers of real feeling underneath, a sense that Schumer and Apatow have invested these characters with intelligence and curiosity so that their struggles resonate beyond easy gags.”