i like that this film exists because it confirms Todd Philips is being adequately tormented for the first one. the fucking Hangover guy actually thought he was in the Big Boy Director club because the comic book slop he put in a scorsese skinsuit made a bunch of money--and his dearth of talent is so perfectly captured by the fact he couldn't articulate a "fuck you" to his fans with any artistry

bro had lady gaga and did a jukebox musical, just completely directionless when he doesn't have someone better to copy off of