More like Phoenician Scam

‘I Love You, Man’ but make it elevated.
Everything about this movie feels incredibly *modern*. That dry, acerbic “anti-comedy” sense of humor. The muted half-serious, half-absurdist tone. The desaturated lighting/color grading combo that doesn’t make us feel fat for watching a comedy.
It all just made me feel incredibly old for wanting things like punchlines, set ups, discernible sympathetic character motivations, emotional and intellectual consistency from scene to scene, maybe a clear theme or two.
As it stands, it’s a three and a half minute sketch blown up to an hour, forty-five for some unholy reason.
Don’t judge her for sleeping with an employee. Don’t judge her for gaslighting her husband into apologizing to her for her infidelity. Don’t even judge her for automating people’s jobs away.
It’s not cheating, or abuse of power, or the misbehavior of a C-suite asshole—it’s actually good and right, and you’re kink shaming her for thinking otherwise.