★★★★★ for JK Simmons' Sam Elliott impression.

An idyllic and gently devastating movie about male fragility and the brittleness of male friendships. Feels vaguely like torture when watched during COVID. I hope I can sit in a hot spring again some day.

Me, for the first 5-10 minutes: This is sort of familiar and lightweight.
Me, for the rest of the movie: I’m not crying, there's just something in my eye. In both of my eyes. Shut up.

I knew I was disappointed that I would never see LCD Soundsystem live, but now I'm fucking devastated.