Bill & Ted Face the Music feels a bit like a prank.
I saw Bill & Ted Face the Music at a drive-in theater.
Bill & Ted Face the Music, like its predecessors, is a simple movie.
I watched Bill & Ted Face the Music in a remote New Jersey drive-in because drive-ins are among the few diversions available to me as the world falls apart.
That collapse is never far from my mind, least of all during the 91-minute movie about two middle-aged men staring down the end of the world and trying to avoid doing anything about it.
I don’t know if that’s enough time.
So at the end of Bill & Ted Face the Music, I cried, because the present is the one thing I haven’t figured out yet, six months into calamity.
I don’t know if the decisions I’m making today are the right ones or wrong ones, and I’m running out of fictions to spin myself to justify living and working and paying bills like the world isn’t literally on fire.
And I cried because at the end of the movie everyone does stand up and face the music.
That’s all they really know how to do — be excellent to each other and play music really fucking loud