this feels like experiencing a god awful day on twitter while trying a new drug, also you’re like nineteen again, not to mention before all this you’re forced to watch a guy named troy swing around his used condom like car keys, but then you’re randomly granted serenity by ayo edebiri’s presence and jacob elordi’s side profile.

love this brand of movie for the random fred armisen and will forte spots
always unfortunate when dax shepherd has to play a dick
“you know I was talking to jimmy buffet this morning about trans fats” in a ponytail that steve martin never needs to explore again

“Art, as in work of,” is a flawless character entrance.
both emma’s were amazing, this movie obviously lives and dies with them, unbridled talent at two different stages of their careers, can’t understate how great they are in this.
sequel/spin-off family movie that still has tons of charisma, it cannnn be done

an unrelenting, continuous display of intertwined visual and musical beauty
give it a few more years and everyone’s going back to single, madeleine wake upppp