“So why aren’t there more movies about moron friends who are women?” Well, gosh, Kimba. Ask and ye shall receive. For you are correct: the cinematic world of moron bffs seems to be limited to films like Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure and Dude, Where’s My Car? Why shouldn’t there be a Barbie movie, except where the Barbies are vacuous idiots? Gee, I think I just described every film starring Doris Day.
Frankie (Kristen Stewart) and Molly (Alia Shawkat) are losers. I’m surprised the can afford their crappy apartment. Oh, they can’t. Yeah, that tracks. These two lie around all day taking bong hits while trying to figure out how to continue living in their place without generating any income. Honestly? The bong helps. I’m not sure these two are qualified for anything. Molly has some spreadsheet work that is worth $$, which doesn’t really make sense. Frankie is a Stanford dropout, which is hard to do from what I know of Stanford.
Doesn’t matter.
At a club, Frankie confronts her ex who is with a new girl who looks identical to Frankie, which is messed up. Hence, Frankie gets mistaken for the better version of herself and immediately acquires a valuable attaché case. There are a few point in this silly film where the plot doesn’t make sense, and this is the key one. The enforcer (LaKeith Stanfield) is supposed to have the courier (Frankie) give the attaché to the doctor (Kate McKinnon), but in retrospect, why would the enforcer not just give it to the doctor himself? And, once we discover what’s in the case –a superpower granting formula developed by the doctor – the question becomes: why doesn’t the doctor have the case already? Why did she trust her secret superpower formula bottles to anybody, especially if she wanted them back?
This being a movie, the stoners end up taking the formula, cuz, sure, why not? And so do their cats, who
suddenly become telepaths with the voices of Seth Rogen and Kumail Nanjiani, which -admittedly-is funny. As is the attempt to blackmail a wealthy asshole with incriminating pictures of him sticking his dick in dip at every party he attended once upon a time. As is our two heroines trying to break into a fancy Stanford gathering with literal garbage bag dresses after their apartment is ransacked by out-of-control Danes.
This is probably a film you either love or you loathe, which is why I’m in the middle. I can’t say I was fond of our leads or any of the choices they made, BUT the film proved humorous enough to keep my attention to the unbelievable climax. I suppose that’s a trick. This is certainly not a stunning endorsement, but I do like all the people involved (Stanfield and McKinnon especially). Is that enough? Gosh, I hope not. Hey, score one for out-of-control feminism, I guess.
Two slackers, Frankie and Molly
Acquired a MacGuffin, by golly
Instead of delivery
They didn’t feel give-ry
Becoming telepaths in plot-related folly
Rated R, 99 Minutes
Director: Dylan Meyer
Writer: Dylan Meyer
Genre: Idiot plot … female edition
Type of being most likely to enjoy this film: Militant feminist who believes there should be a “holes before poles” version of Dude, Where’s My Car?
Type of being least likely to enjoy this film: If you don’t like drug humor …
