It's the Fourth of July, and Karen is mad that she has to work her receptionist gig at a refrigerator repair shop. In another part of town, Megan is struck deciding between the stability of her longtime girlfriend and the excitement that comes with a new love. When Karen's long-lost father calls in for a repair, the girls are sent out on a wild adventure that will force them both to confront their decisions head on.
In a nutshell, My Best Day is easily one of the worst films ever made. Featuring a handful of characters that bear no warmth, no connection, and absolutely no purpose, Erin Greenwell's small-town tale falters right out of the starting gate.
Featuring a rather short runtime of just 75 minutes, I couldn't help but feel as if I was trapped within a story that simply wouldn't end. Each course of action seemed entirely unexpected as neither Karen nor Megan made any sense with their decisions.
When it came time to wrap up all the loose ends, I couldn't help but feel as if I had wasted my time with these two ladies. Not only did they make nothing of their day, but their lives did anything but warrant a film. Sadly, I look back in anguish as I long for my 75 minutes back.
