“Come on, Greta
Let’s get meta!
Uh, uh, uh, yeah!”

Funnier than The Proposal, but not as funny as My Best Friend’s Wedding. Less quotable than Clueless, but way more quotable than Wedding Crashers. Not as good as Notting Hill, but way gayer than Hugh Grant.

It’s giving, it’s serving, I’m living, I’m ded, I’m slayed, but mostly I’m too old.

This production is the Hekyll-made potion designed to liven up a cold Sydney evening.

Make your way over to the two bits of pink tape, please. So we can get a picture.

There’s even a scene where Michael Morbius goes from scrawny to ripped like Peter Parker. There’s literally nothing new or interesting about this movie.

Start your engines, and don’t fuck it up. Now, bring back my girls.

If you love music and drugs and hoes and drag and sitting, you’re going to love this.