The current sorry state of Saturday Night Live, a weekly comedy show so consistently, maddeningly absent of laughs that it now borders on avant garde performance art.
Our fondness for the good old days can often leave us a little untethered to what's actually worth revisiting, and like his limp Ghostbusters misfires, this is a blast from the past that's unable to escape from the many layers of dust that it's covered in.
At no point during the watch-checkingly wearisome 109-minute movie do Reitman, and co-writer Gil Kenan, ever find a way to elevate it from hyper-specific, hero-worshipping fan service to anything worth caring about or taking seriously.
Reitman, who gave us the greatest and most underrated comedy of the 2010s in Young Adult, returns here to territory closest to his 2018 political drama, The Front Runner.
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