This hour and 36 minutes felt like : Toi raccroche! Non toi raccroche! Joke! Non pas joke! Non toi raccroche! Non mais joke! Pas joke ? Non toi raccroche! Pas joke!
Margaret deserved better than that role and that man
One star for Christopher Abbott and one and a half star for Margaret. The rest was bleh.
Je voulais aimer ça c’est le pire, it had great potential. Not the worst ever though.
C’était chaotique (not in a good way), maladroit, vide et frustrant.
First of all this movie was so fucking millennial it hurt. #whatthefuck.
Second of all, Aubrey Plaza is the icon that she thinks she is and so she can be as unhinged as she wants to. I don't mind.
Third of all, this clearly reinforced my preconceived idea that everyone in LA is fucking insufferable (except for baby-boy Dan) Mention spéciale Nicky : I’ve hardly wanted to punch someone like I wanted to punch him. Literally anytime he spoke. Then…
Linda Rontstadt’s Blue Bayou , girls fucking, queer Margaret Qualley, unhinged plot, Miley Cyrus as a hippie dick-duplicator : it had everything for me to like it =)
This is what I mean when I say I kinda sometimes enjoy funny movies.
