The Intern's discourse is centred around the generational gap between baby boomers and millennials, with much of the humour here being derived from the former traversing the spaces of the latter—both literally and metaphysically—with the true-to-life depiction of said spaces particularly bolstering the film's case, especially outside of its target audience. De Niro's performance here (which is fantastic in its own right) definitely deserves some second thought in the wake of The Irishman.
Waves is a failed attempt at a gen-Z American Graffiti; a Malick film without faith. Possesses both the banal sentimentality of a Lifetime movie and the moral apathy of the most vile exploitation cinema while lacking the honesty to truly commit to either. Its haphazard needle drops (a deep disservice to Kanye West) are somehow the least of its sins.