In which I hope this is actually just an hour and half long PSA for heatstroke.
Here’s what I would be willing to do instead of watch this movie: Drink as many La Croixs as it would take to fill a bathtub in one sitting. Make a snowman with my bare hands out of the snow that’s been icing over for weeks. Walk across an oiled kitchen floor carrying a latte that I’m bringing to a person I don’t want to disappoint or embarrass myself in front of and also the kitchen is super long. Listen to someone try out every ringtone on their phone on a public bus.
This film explores some of my favorite themes all in one glossy, campy, self-aware package: misandry, women being extremely gay together, principled revenge, and the triumph of aught culture.
Everyone who made this movie needs to go to bed.
Just a neutral question.
How far is heaven?
“This movie is like visual Zoloft in that I haven’t worried about anything while watching it but I haven’t felt alive either.”
It’s a lesbian movie miracle.
Like a spinning top on a checker board, these are the days of our lives.
One lesbian movie to rule them all.