I saw a tweet that said watching this movie is like having bipolar disorder. I don’t have bipolar disorder, but I’d say this is accurate.

The fuck was up with that prologue? What happened to that guy’s leg?

Sandler kills it here. Lakeith Stanfield is going to have a helluva career.

Everything — the color palette, the cinematography, the ambient audio— is stress-inducing.

Apparently NBA bodyguards are more badass than run-of-the-mill mobsters. Glad we figured that one out.