Why Mean Girls 2 Is Considered a Big Flop
A teen comedy that nobody wants to see.



Strangers in a crowd, exchanging glances, looking away, continually managing to run into each other then part ways, end up at the same diner, find they've rented the exact same vehicles, and are then made to travel together to learn once more whether they can both find genuine adoration and companionship again. This really does, in so many words, sum up the foundational gist of of this new feature film from writer Seth Reiss ("The Menu") and director Kogonada ("The Acolyte", "After Yang"). Yet, it's all only the set-up for the REAL wonder of everything that happens before, during, and in the aftermath of a magical, meaningful journey.
The story follows David (Colin Farrell) and Sarah (Margo Robbie), two completely beautiful people, that meet by chance, connect, separate, then end up on a mutually traveled journey of self-discovery that will test every notion either has about themselves, their tendencies when it comes to love, and all the elements from their pasts that have shaped it. Admittedly, this is not only straight drama, as there is some humor thrown in at given times, but it is also a fantasy tale, which is really what provides the film with a truly charming and enchanting air, emotional appeal, and ultimately stirring portrait of our faults and virtues.

Sarah and David are single strangers who meet at a mutual friend’s wedding and soon, through a surprising twist of fate, find themselves on a funny, fantastical, sweeping adventure together where they get to re-live important moments from their respective pasts, illuminating how they got to where they are in the present... and possibly getting a chance to alter their futures.
A teen comedy that nobody wants to see.
What starts off as a success story for a single mother living below the poverty line, slowly begins to weave itself into a tangled web of greed, guilt, and destruction.
Another story focuses on the bond between a young man and a shelter dog in this Netflix drama film.
The film illustrates the life of a single who struggles to provide an ideal childhood for her two daughters.
Him is visually stunning—all concrete cathedrals and bone-rattling impact shots that look like a nightmare highlight reel. Marlon Wayans is magnetic as this legendary quarterback who's basically selling salvation with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. But the story keeps running in circles: more tests, more cryptic pep talks, more ritualistic drills. The sports-as-religion metaphor beats you over the head when subtlety would've been more effective. The middle drags, and that finale chooses spectacle over substance. It's undeniably stylish, but left me cold. Also worth noting: despite the Monkeypaw connection, this isn't actually a Jordan Peele film—he didn't write or direct.