This is not a movie; this is just an hour and a half of nonsensical bits - typically revolving around how Ringo is 5’6” - strung together in the lose form of a plot. And I love every single second of it.
there’s a phenomena where when we see something so cute our brains are flooded with too many signals that it doesn’t know how to interpret so it basically says, “eat it, eat it right now” so it will stop being attacked by all the confusing cuteness. i experienced something similar to this during this film except that my brain was overwhelmed because i didn’t know if it was cute or the most terrifying thing ever. i think i’ve landed on cute. when she wears that little rain coat - come on.