“Admission” is the kind of easy borefest that I hoped to never see Tina Fey star in.

It is a film with no teeth and no real reason to be played in theaters across America. Disappointed is too strong a word for my feelings toward this milquetoast film about a an admissions officer at Princeton and her journey as she discovers that she is not so jaded after all. Paul Rudd joins as the teacher of the boy who it is assumed was given up for adoption by Fey’s character so many years ago.

Is a twist a twist when you can see it coming about 20 miles away? At what point does it just become a really gentle angle?

A lot of romantic comedies seem to follow a certain set of schema that say they must be this and cannot be this and this must happen and this cannot happen.

“Admission” is one of those films and it is much the poorer for it. The thing that stands out the most about this totally unremarkable comedy is that it so often is not a comedy.

There are many moments when the viewer is instead subjected to some truly disheartening, if only for their total out of place sadness, scenes in which Fey sits around and cries, or stands around and cries, or lies around and cries.

Crying is a big part of this film, and, whether you like it or not, you had best get used to it. Chances are big that you will be doing some crying before this faux tragedy is over.

Paul Rudd is not that fun to watch, and not really very funny in this movie. That is in keeping with the rest of the film, because nothing about it is fun to watch or funny at all.

Interestingly enough, one of the characters in the film is obsessed with Fey’s character because she is so boring and predictable. That character is strange. I am not.

This movie is boring and unremarkable and not worth a dime.