They put a bra on a lady with nipples painted on them because she was the naked ghost. Meanwhile Tony Shalhoub sweats a lot or is just perpetually covered in Matthew Lillard’s spit. Either or, it’s great.
About perpetually making the worst possible choice, tangling others into a web of mistakes, and yet only seeing one’s own ill-advised outcome as the ultimate goal, showing no remorse for the fate of those who tag along.
Good Time has the exact same qualities and pitfalls as the Safdie’s feature-length debut. Its meandering structure has something very appealing, forming the kind of short distance road movie that they do really well. Safdie’s put their character in a situation and figure…