film criticism by maryann johanson | celebrating 25 years: 1997–2022
A wonder of emotional claustrophobia and narrative economy. Rachel Sennott is delightfully caustic in this painfully poignant, dryly funny portrait of a deeply awful moment of young adulthood.
Much more sweet than raunchy, and surprisingly innocent. Genuinely kind to its young protagonists as they try to navigate a culture that doesn’t much care to protect them from growing up too soon.
The complete lack of conflict overshadows even the cringeworthy attempts at physical comedy. Where’s the story in a woman who positively sails through her midlife crisis? The endearing McCarthy deserves so much better.
