Ok Bergman Island, but instead it’s De Palma House and it’s a movie about me where I rent out the Chemosphere from Body Double and write the worst screenplay you’ve ever read in your life.

The first hour is such a charming hang-out movie. The jokes are fine, but what’s funny comes entirely from the performances like the way SZA eats chicken out of Keke’s hand. They’re both so good and have such natural chemistry.
It’s a shame this has the inevitable break up and cliche third act where they’re suddenly on the run from someone trying to kill them. The stakes don’t always need to be life or death. Just let them hang out and drink hot cheeto martinis (sounds awful).