Just as bland as Daisy EJ.
The highlight was to watch it in a cinema full of gays. What a bonding experience it was, laughing at the kitschy but uncampy clichés and raging every time Jacob Elordi's made an appereance JUST above the waist.

perfectly composed frames, excellent editing and gael garcía bernal first world face economy was so powerful that it ended the tragedy and the famine of beauty all these people were stuck in.

What an absolute gem of a film.
This has been, to date, the most emotional collective experience I've ever had in a filmtheater. The lights went on and you could see, not one soul had't been moved to tears by this powerful depiction of friendship, mental health, early adolescence and grief.

The performances are stunning and the script was so delicate and elegant in its depiction of loss... one could only contemplate what was missing inside of each of us.

Pam is so disarmingly beautiful, honest and charming, specially without make up, that at times I felt I was seeing the movie I actually wanted to watch. 

Perhaps that's how I imagine Vegas: not even all the glitter in the world can conceal how bland and vapid it is at its emotional core. If that's what the intention was, good for Gia.