When I'm feeling a bit down, sometimes I can cheer up by watching films in which the protagonist is much worse straits than I am.
Here are two women I have determined NEVER to be: Bridget Jones (Bridget Jones' Diary), and Nora Wilder (Broken English). Depressed, narcotic, and desperate. And lame. Why didn't Nora go to Paris on a wild adventure with that French dude while she had the chance?