Cute effort from Hallie Meyers-Shyer who can’t help but remind you at every turn that she is absolutely her parents’ daughter, though parts of this seem to be enacting a fantasy imagining what life would be like if she was Paul Mazursky’s daughter instead of Charles Shyer’s. Which…sure! I’m just echoing what most have already said but this world of upper-class lily-white privilege soon becomes unintentionally suffocating. Most of the characters here are just perfect smiling LA headshots reading lines instead of feeling like flesh and blood human beings. Fine, but also not.

Watched on Netflix