Silly, over-the-top, and so slight it's literally an adaptation of a Twitter exchange, but man, did I think this movie was a hoot.

This film references all the other films. ALL of them. Especially Hitchcock, plus there are plenty of posters and clips and films playing in the background and the inevitable focus on the Hollywood sign and the visit to Griffith Observatory and whatnot. But just in general, this is the kind of film people are referring to when they mention "a love letter to cinema." It's much darker than La La Land, but in many ways it comes from the same place.

Sign me up as the apostate that just doesn't appreciate this one, that doesn't really understand why a long, rambling, sleepy movie about a disconnected, disaffected, insanely rich and privileged teenager moping around until he gets laid is so moving to people. There are better romances, better gay coming-of-age movies, better summer-fling stories, and movies where I don't get really really distracted by watching a dude gut a peach in his bed with his bare hands and then fuck it, making an immense mess for someone else to clean up. I will fight the world on this one.