Ok, yes. For the sequel I want this squad to go up against the Wild Hogs.
Imagining a filmmaker, 50 years from now, giving the same reverence Tarantino gives to 1969 to 2019.
Indulgent shots of Honda Fits slowly slipping down a crowded highway, three podcasts play back-to-back. A neon Taco Bell sign sputters to life. That part's the same. An aging YouTuber and his Uber driver inadvertently stop a tragedy or something. There's still a perfect scene where someone makes mac and cheese.
Eh, still sounds good to me.