Dude’s name is Chord Overstreet. Not the character’s name, the actual life dude’s name. That’s real. I am full of confusion and respect.
One of the best breakup movies in recent memory. Also one of the most brutal. Unrelenting in its portrayal of our desperation in the face of abandonment. We’ll mutilate ourselves beyond recognition if it means having things our way, leaving us with nothing but a pathetic “I told you so”. But who even is “I” at that point? Who is “you”?
Our lives are full of existential questions and theories that many feel, if true, deem life pointless. This movie wrestling with those questions and coming to the simple conclusion that, no matter what happens to be true, our lives still matter, is lovely. The few scattered moments where everything makes sense make all the failing and flailing in between worth it. And the fact that the movie manages to get there with more laughs, better action and grander scale than any modern blockbuster is testament to what filmmaking in the theatrical sphere can be and how carelessly most movies are often made.