A solid, timely idea and an excellent, soft-spoken performance from Dave Bautista are squandered thanks to a clunky script, a pretty lousy supporting cast and one of the dumbest uses yet of the "one-take" conceit, which results in way too many handheld shots of butts and stairs. Based on the bummer ending, it seems like this was striving to Say Something when it just had the raw materials for Dumb Fun.

A+ soundtrack from Aesop Rock, though.

Absurdist and risky and compelling and strangely timely. Manages to interrogate a lot of the generational questions and power struggles within the Sexual Revolution ... while also being just zany as hell.

This movie is so 1991 it features Christian Slater launching Kevin Costner on a trebuchet and then uttering the classic medieval exclamation "Fuck me, he cleared it."

That said, the score holds up, as does Alan Rickman's commitment to being in a different movie entirely. All makes for a quality hangover watch.

This isn't the best movie to feature Samara Weaving playing hide-and-seek (that's Ready or Not), nor is it the best movie to feature voyeurs watching live murder (that's the impeccable Series 7), nor is it the best movie to feature The Way Everything is Streamed Now (that's probably Nerve), nor is it particularly good, at least once the enjoyably manic energy of the first half hour peters out. But Weaving and Daniel Radcliffe are always fun to watch and you're home anyway, so, sure, add it to the list.