You know when you suck all of the flavor out of a slushee and all that’s left is a pile of cold, unflavored ice and it just makes you sad? Well that’s what this film is: the unflavored, boring ice at the bottom of the cup. 

This film was such a chore to sit through. I didn’t like its structure, its editing, its runtime, or its pacing.

There was a point where I thought the movie was ending soon cause I thought the runtime was only like an hour and 40 minutes...but little did I know I still had another 50 minutes to go.

I really didn’t like any of the performances, but Finn Wolfhard’s might’ve been my least favorite. I’m sorry, WHAT was that accent he was attempting.

The way the film was strewn together was a mess, and it made the overall film feel VERY awkward and cluttered.

Also, this is the type of film that thinks actors talking quietly and gently automatically equals poignancy without ever trying to earn it.  It just didn’t work for me.  At all.

Ansel Elgort’s mom needs a better taste in film.