Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again for dads.

By far the weakest film in the trilogy. For most of it's duration it's fun in a campy sort of way, with gals being pals and awkward low-budget slasher goofiness, but after the killer-reveal it suffers from a literalism that feels out of place in these movies. The tonal inconsistency between the scene of death-by-elecrocuting-vibrator and the nasty and cruel final act is nearly unbearable.

This is so 1970s feminism, which means it has some smart, rad points to make about the treatment of women, but they are strictly limited to cisgender heterosexual white women. Agnes Varda's filmmaking style is as on point as always, at least.

Also, I went to watch this on my phone before class at school thinking "It's an 8 minute feminist short, should be good" and then there were naked women everywhere and I looked like a creep watching it in public.

Cezanne: I hate everything!
Zola: C'mon pal, cheer up.
Cezanne: U and all your friends are fake af and copy better artists.
Zola: Whoa there, that's not true!
Cezanne: Yeah it is and ur a little bourgeosie bitch.
Zola: I'm trying to be your friend.
Cezanne: ALL I GET TO DO IS PAINT PICTURES OF BEAUTIFUL NUDE WOMEN IN BEAUTIFUL FRENCH LANDSCAPES AND IT IS TEARING ME APART. (exits scene)
Zola (turns to camera): He's such a genius. What a special bond we have.

FIN.