This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Expertly illustrates what's bad and dumb about lazily scripted buddy comedies using another comedy subgenre that I usually cannot stand for more than 10 minutes. When we started Bad Trip, my partner was promising me that we could turn it off if it made me uncomfortable, and by the dream sequence I was ready to give it 4 stars.
More movies where sexism is depicted as a pervasive atmospheric discomfort, instead of One Clearly Defined Issue/Person.
More movies about groups of women supporting each other, professionally and emotionally.
More movies with complex black women as the protagonists.
More movies where the local hangout is better than the soulless corporate tentacle in some respects but it's still not great, because the boss is still a boss.
More movies with butch women who don't exist as a joke or a threat to feminine women.