Who are all these knuckleheads giving Licorice Pizza an 8.2?
It's definitely got that usual 'Paul Thomas Anderson, auteur' vibe, ethos, patina, but our entire family unit found it wanting. ("We could do better," we often joke.)
The guy and the gal at the center of this centerless mass—constantly leveling-up—deserve each other. Good riddance to them both!
It's hard caring for a film when you could care less what happens to those carrying it.
p.s. Nearly one month has passed since I posted the above, and upon watching it again I had slightly less animus toward the two protagonists, but not much less :-)
