dogfromthething’s review published on Letterboxd:
I don’t know if Rashida Jones can carry a movie, particularly when no character whatsoever has been written for her. This movie spends its run time glorifying Bill Murray’s incredibly misogynistic character and allowing him the space and time to constantly monologue about how men are hardwired to want to control and impregnate all women. I guess there’s some sort of guise about their father daughter relationship developing, which may have been interesting if we had been given any indication of what that relationship was like before the events of the movie. Also, I just don’t care about any of these rich people who order chopped salads at fancy hotels. This movie feels completely out of touch with the present moment, like it’s nostalgic for a kind of filmmaking that is dying out with the old white predatory guard of Hollywood. Send it back!