This feels like it is from the mind of a prepubescent boy who feels compelled to memorialize every whacked-out scenario conceived when way too high and confusing it with brilliance. Relatedly, that same pimple-faced boy manages to relay every two-dimensional dream-girl fantasy he ever had since first learning to masturbate. To attribute some of this ill-conceived nonsense to some half-delusional state of the main character (as if this is what happens with severe concussions), was not rendered more believable by poorly directing the actor cast in that role.
I feel for all the actors who took a risk on this irredeemable trash. And I grieve the loss of two hours of my precious and valuable time on Earth that wasted on this film.
I feel for all the actors who took a risk on this irredeemable trash. And I grieve the loss of two hours of my precious and valuable time on Earth that wasted on this film.