Yeah, there’s a lot of stuff about economic collapse, environmental ruin, and the corporate takeover of everything in the first forty pages or so, but then Cline’s like, “Oh hey! Magic ticket! ‘80s nostalgia!”

If there’s any justice left in the universe, let this flick bomb harder than Trinity. It’s an affront against any good book ever written that this dumpster fire got a movie deal, let alone a publisher to begin with.