The pacing of this movie is to die for! Maybe... three things happen, but it feels so right. Makes other movies look over-stuffed and lacking confidence.

Everything Everywhere or Avengers Endgame (two identical films) have that feeling of a sweaty PATHETIC man rushing in and out of the kitchen, offering you different h'ordeuvres only for you to shake your head no at each one. They do this one hundred times with increasing desperation. Lost in America has Albert waltzing up to your table, throwing down a lovely glass of red, a bowl of spaghetti bolognese and as he's leaving you think "is that it?" he whips a Galaxy out of his pocket and it lands right in your mouth. Perfect movie.