It Ends With Us has moments of intelligence and moving sincerity.

The movie wants to be a form of comfort food, assuring us that everything would be all right if only women embraced their traditional roles as nurturers, mothers, and healers, but it all just tastes stale.

This smart and sensitive movie version will more than satisfy the millions who’ve picked it up and found a bible of sorts for abuse survivors.

It has the schmaltzy atmosphere of a melodrama, but with an absorbing direction set in Boston as the leaves are changing color. The whole film feels like an autumn-winter cusp coziness in spite of its plot.