Zany, quietly brilliant - within its own DIY means.
Bomb is the Gilligan version of HAL.
Teach it phenomenology, Doolittle…
Better than “Anyone But You” and “Dream a Little Dream” - it’s at least dancing on the lowered bar of my new film standards. The ending rocks.
We are all Mildred Hubble. No notes. Release the soundtrack, cowards.
Only made it to the title card in credits - stepped on the remote by accident, took it as a sign from God Almighty to never return.