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Well, you have to understand that the point of every movie is NOT to have you leave the theater feeling good. This movie wasn't a feel-good film. That said, I think it had good and bad qualities.
About the hospital stuff dragging on and on. I think this was what in writing we would call a literary technique, designed to deliberately convey meaning. It helps the viewer feel the endless torture that they were going through. I mean think about the misery she must have been in. Watching the clock, counting the seconds. Claustrophobia sets in quickly.
I was not surprised to see Hollywood throw in a few political statements as well. Of course they make the priest the butt of all the jokes, and blatantly make his advice seem stupid and heartless. You leave the film praising Eastwood for going against the advice of the heathen priest. To me, that was unneeded.
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