Unless you find fascination in endless discussions by dull, mediocre-looking young women about such thought provoking topics as ingesting a certain body fluid, there's just no reason to watch this slow moving, indulgent nonsense. Not even after they changed the misleading title (from Natural Disasters) before it hit streaming platforms to the equally misleading but even less clever clickbait label: All About Sex. Though it's rated for ages 18+ there's no actual nudity and the simulated, fake sex is less interesting than the new title of this ludicrous mess. It's just more junk about young women whose lives revolve around the men in them. I would have thought by this point in modern cinema we would be past the notion that a woman is nothing without a man in her life. These dippy whiners didn't get the memo.
The unknown actors are minimally talented, and the characters all less than interesting. The only thing worse than the two titles, the stupid and graphic conversations, the idiotic plot, and the dry humping with most of their clothes still on, is the writing. There seems to be a dearth of good writers because there is a lot of terrible junk like this that gets made these days. They have definitely scraped the bottom of the barrel for untalented writers who can regurgitate unoriginal, boring tripe like this. Why was this even made?
The unknown actors are minimally talented, and the characters all less than interesting. The only thing worse than the two titles, the stupid and graphic conversations, the idiotic plot, and the dry humping with most of their clothes still on, is the writing. There seems to be a dearth of good writers because there is a lot of terrible junk like this that gets made these days. They have definitely scraped the bottom of the barrel for untalented writers who can regurgitate unoriginal, boring tripe like this. Why was this even made?