Kyle Donovan’s review published on Letterboxd:
"So you like pop culture, eh?"
"Well, have all the references in the world!"
This movie is a testament to Spielberg's natural prowess as a director if nothing else, even on autopilot he can shoot the hell out of anything with outrageous vigor, but every other aspect (dialogue, characters, obnoxious and ceaseless referencing) is just as shallow and embarassing as the book. Ernest Cline is an über-hack, and his dumbass nerdgasm is as artless as it is eye roll inducing. Decidedly not my cup of Mountain Dew and Doritos.