YOLO, a title that made me wince more at the thought of wasting an otherwise nice 2 hours , was a lackluster production and left me questioning my life choices-specifically, why I hadn't chosen to stay home and organize my sock drawer instead. From clichés to predictable plot twists, this film failed to impress. The acting was forgettable, the pain porn overindulgent, and the main character lacked depth. As the runtime stretched into eternity, I contemplated escape routes. When the credits finally rolled, I bolted for the exit, vowing never to trust my parents' taste in cinema again. In summary, this movie is a forgettable mishmash that promises more excitement in reorganizing sock drawers.
Note: The opinions expressed in this review are solely those of the author and do not reflect the views of the sock drawer.
Note: The opinions expressed in this review are solely those of the author and do not reflect the views of the sock drawer.