The horrors of Mansplaining.
Hugh Grant was having the time of his life. I, on the other hand was not.
A confused and disjointed film with unconvincing performances from its leading cast.
And yet it still manages to find its way towards becoming a surprisingly touching (oh my) portrait of inwards facing kink shame.
Was it earned? Probably not but it’s a case of a stronger final message retroactively improving the whole.
Not terrible but the bulk of the movie was dedicated to a relationship that held zero emotional weight.
If it wasn't for the videogame-ass shenanigans 2/3rds of the way through, this would have been a big miss.
Hard to recommend, maybe just skip to the magical Technicolor journey through the Gorge and call it a night 🌈🌈🌈