Bliss

The writer/director aimed for the bleachers with this, and while there are moments of profundity, I get the sensation that if they’d workshopped it a bit more, it could have hit harder.

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It begins as a drug trip but pretty quickly ventures into existential truths, and some parts are unexpectedly, almost accidentally, deep.

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Like, so much of what Salma’s character says about being able to mold and manipulate reality is true: we really do create our own reality. But while the script tries to confuse about which reality is the real one, we never really have any doubts.

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This is marketed as a rom-com but it isn’t at all a love story. Not only is not romantic at all, These actors have zero chemistry with each other. We don’t believe for a second that they’re intimate. That said, it's nice to see Owen Wilson in a more dramatic role.