gosh, i love movies.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
If I wanted to see something so utterly masturbatory, I'd go to PornHub.
So self-involved, so inconsistent, so pretentious. The script is way too verbose for something meant to be conversational. I find it hilarious that Malcolm goes on a whole spiel about films needing an emotional core when this film is so lacking in one.
Zendaya glimmers where she could otherwise shine if attached to something with somebody who actually knew how to write and how to write Black…