Filtering other people’s stories through the eyes of white men is tedious and offensive, and it feels like a desperate hedge against fresh perspectives.
I wish I could say I didn’t know why anyone would bother xeroxing a nearly 30-year-old movie, but I do know why. And it ain’t pretty.
If there’s no Kenny Loggins and no Kevin Bacon, I just don’t even see the point of this movie. Oh, wait: I just don’t even see the point of this movie, full stop.