If you have any inclination to see this, just rewatch the original. You will lose nothing, and you’ll have a far better time.
Jason Reitman is way too young to have produced a work of such fuddy-duddy handwringing over These Kids (And Adults) Today and how we play with our e-toys.
Gentle dramedy about a massage therapist who suddenly can’t stand to touch anyone… and about how we all need more care and attention than we get.
At every turn, and via a simple narrative that is so effortless it barely feels constructed at all, nothing here is quite what it seems, and everything is even more than what it is.