My Fault Trilogy: A Guilty Pleasure That Lost Its Way

Three movies, one love story, and way too much drama

I need to confess something. I watched all three My Fault movies on Prime in English because I can’t fucking stand reading subtitles while trying to emotionally invest in fictional stepsiblings falling in love.

Yeah, I probably missed a lot in translation, but you know what? I stand by the fact that this trilogy is simultaneously good and complete bullshit.

The first movie? I’ve watched it twice. Maybe three times. TMI, but I’ve kind of been living vicariously through Noah, and honestly, that’s probably all the romance I’ll be getting in my life right now. 

But that’s fine, right? Right?

TMJ Rating: 🍿🍿🍿🍿/5 (First Movie) | 🍿🍿/5 (Second Movie) | 🍿🍿🍿/5 (Third Movie)

The First Movie Had Me Hooked

My Fault (or Culpa Mía for the purists) absolutely grabbed me from the start.

Noah moves in with her mom’s new rich husband and meets Nick, her impossibly hot stepbrother who’s also impossibly annoying. The whole enemies-to-lovers thing mixed with forbidden stepsiblings romance is Wattpad energy at its finest.

The chemistry between them was electric. Every scene crackled with this tension that made you forget how completely inappropriate their situation was. The street racing, the fighting, the slow burn of them realizing they’re falling for each other despite everything - it worked.

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I loved how Noah wasn’t some pushover protagonist.

She had backbone, she could drive, she didn’t take Nick’s shit lying down. Their banter felt natural, and when they finally got together, it felt earned despite the absolute chaos of their family situation.

This movie holds a special place in my heart. It’s cheesy as hell, the stepsibling thing is objectively weird, but in that fictional Twilight way where you give it a pass because the characters aren’t actually related.

The racing scenes were fun, the romance was compelling, and I genuinely cared whether these two idiots would figure their shit out.

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The Second Movie of the My Fault Trilogy Lost Me

Your Fault (or Culpa Tuya) felt so forced and unbecoming of these characters.

Everything that worked in the first movie somehow disappeared. The conflict felt manufactured, the characters made decisions that made zero sense, and I couldn’t really watch it without getting frustrated.

Nick became this completely different person who acts like a controlling asshole for no reason. Noah lost all her backbone and just took his bullshit. Where was the girl who challenged him at every turn? Where was their spark?

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The whole thing felt like the writers ran out of ideas and threw random drama at the wall to see what stuck. Corporate rivalry, exes showing up, manufactured misunderstandings - none of it hit the same way the organic tension of the first movie did.

I struggled to finish it. The chemistry that made the first movie watchable was completely gone, replaced by characters I barely recognized doing things that made no sense for their established personalities.

The Third Movie Was a Rushed Mess

I went into Our Fault (or Culpa Nuestra) with low expectations, but I’ve read the books, and I’m a sucker for happy endings.

I’ll do anything for closure, even sit through another movie in this increasingly frustrating trilogy.

So I watched it. Well, I watched parts of it. I skipped through a lot of shit because the pacing was absolutely insane. Nick gets shot, and suddenly boom - your kid was just born? What’s happening? The timeline makes no sense.

The ending felt so rushed that it gave me whiplash. Major life events happen in what feels like five-minute increments. Pregnancy reveal, danger, resolution, baby, DANGER, marriage—all crammed together like someone realized they had to wrap up the entire story in twenty minutes.

The chemistry between Noah and Nick, which was already struggling in the second movie, felt completely lost here. They’re going through the motions of a romance without any of the spark that made us care in the first place.

But you know what?

I still watched it because I needed to see them get their happy ending. Even when a story frustrates me, if I’m invested in the characters, I need closure. That’s probably my fatal flaw as a viewer.

What Went Wrong?

The first movie succeeded because it kept things simple. Two people who shouldn’t be together fall in love anyway.

Classic forbidden romance with good chemistry and decent pacing.

The sequels tried to manufacture drama by throwing increasingly ridiculous obstacles at them. Exes, business rivals, kidnappings, shootings—it became a telenovela instead of a romance. The focus shifted from their relationship to external chaos, and the characters got lost in all the noise.

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The pacing in the later movies was terrible. Everything felt either dragged out unnecessarily or rushed through without proper development. The second movie moved like molasses, the third moved like it was on fast-forward.

Most importantly, the chemistry that made the first movie work disappeared. Whether that’s on the actors, the direction, or the writing, I don’t know. But watching Nick and Noah in the sequels felt like watching completely different people go through relationship drama by the numbers.

My Final Verdict

The My Fault trilogy is the definition of diminishing returns.

The first movie is genuinely enjoyable, a guilty pleasure viewing that I’ll probably rewatch again. The second movie is a slog that loses everything that made the first one work. The third movie is a rushed attempt to give fans closure that doesn’t quite land.

But here’s the thing: I still love these movies, flaws and all. The first one, especially, will always have that special place in my heart. Sometimes you connect with a story even when it’s objectively messy, and that’s okay.

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If you’re going to watch this trilogy, go in with the right expectations. The first movie is fun if you can get past the stepsibling thing and embrace the Wattpad energy. The sequels exist for completionists who need to see how the story ends, but don’t expect them to recapture the magic.

Fellow guilty pleasure enthusiasts: did you make it through all three movies? Which one did you think was best? Am I being too harsh on the sequels or not harsh enough?