Please. Somebody tell director he is not a doctor, to take his hands out of my chest and stop trying to remove my heart and replace it with his. I didn’t ask for this. Is there such a thing as cinematic malpractice? Who do I sue?

Were the tears in my eyes, while watching the end of this movie, tears of joy that everyting worked out OK, or that I made it through alive? Heart surgery’s a bitch. I feel if I really ever need one, I’ll be OK because I’ve seen John Q and lived through it.