I’m super lazy so I’d probably miss the Maps app in a matter of hours the next time I got off the subway and had no clue which way is West. But it also seems better, the idea of people being less dependent on their pocket controllers so that they’d have to either deal with the chaos and talk to girls with their mouths…or just go home. “That seems so…exhausting,” Jacob laments. “You come find me,” she replies, luring his face closer with her sex eyes and the off-chance of a second run-in.
“How do I get in touch with you?” he wonders, bewildered. At one point in HTTM, Clark Duke’s character Jacob meets a hot girl but has to step away. That balance of gleeful naughtiness and midlife. But this isn’t just time-tripping '80s nostalgia: In its deceptively big heart, this is a film about the enduring nature of lifelong friendships under pressure from the debasing rigors of American adulthood. And I’d probably want to die if we all had cell phones when I was in high school and my parents could have tracked me all the way to a Chicagoland area Denny’s using something called the “Family Locator” app. After their first adventure with the 'Hot Tub Time Machine,' Lou and Nick are living very well off their ill-gotten gains, while Jacob still cannot rely on Lou to be a positive role model. Vomiting, urination, and fornication happen en masse in Hot Tub Time Machine. Sometimes I don’t yet want to know the things I end up knowing, like that Carrie Underwood chose cupcakes over a bigger wedding cake.
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The movie didn’t make me miss the way the ’80s looked (too many primary colors), but I did get nostalgic for an era without email, texts every few seconds, and the constant sense of dread/duty accompanying the knowledge that any spare moment could be “more productively” spent catching up on stupid entertainment news on my phone.
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