I paid $11.50 to see the film and I was the only one in the theater, bruh. NOBODY else was there. Then I paid $8 for a medium cup of Coke Freestyle (I got cream-soda Coke then mixed it with lime. now if only I had some squeezy cheeze on Ritz cracker, brah!)

I…uh, don’t think I’ll see the film again. It wasn’t shit per se, I mean it was better than, say, Dumb & Dumber To. But that’s not saying much. It’s not essential at all and if the world forgets about it before next spring, which it probably will, I won’t be terribly surprised nor care much. A lot of people are already reacting very negatively, and it’s not just people ragging on Rob Reiner because they hate his politics.

Paul McCartney and Elton John looked like they were enjoying themselves, but neither did anything terribly funny.

There was only one good new character–the new female drummer–and they didn’t do much new with the old ones (whoo boy, Fran Drescher and Paul Shaffer show up for twenty seconds apiece! Whoo, Jeannine is now a nun!) When they introduced a woman and said she was Ian the manager’s daughter, I thought for a second they were going to sneak into some reference to the accusations about Tony Hendra, but I guess they wouldn’t want to go there.

It was weird when they snuck in the bit where David accused Nigel of sleeping with Jeannine, which I sincerely doubt would happen. It was like they had to get something serious in there for five seconds. I wish comedies would quit doing this altogether, but that’s just me.

The only big belly laugh in the movie for me was when the Stonehenge prop fell on them and you heard Michael McKean yell something about “clear my browsing history!” Ha, hah, Nigel runs a cheese and guitar shop. Hee, hee, Derek runs a glue museum. David being forced to do incidental music for true crime podcasts sort of made me chuckle because it reminded me of that footage of the Pixies talking about reuniting where Black Francis mentions doing it and Joey Santiago perks up because he’d been barely ekeing out a living doing soundtrack music since the Pixies broke up!

Part of the reason the old film grew on me so much (I didn’t think it was that funny the first time I saw it in high school when the original DVD came out–and that original DVD, BTW, is still one of the best DVDs ever) had to do with spotting lots and lots of little details in its scant 81 minute run time over the years. There were LOTS. In this film…uh, well, that’s probably not happening.

I sort of like that the new film’s final credits resemble the old film’s final credits.

As for it being about aging rockers…the funny thing is, they were considered “old” in the original film, when the oldest of the three guys, Harry Shearer, was 41, which is younger than I am now.

I think I’d give it a C plus