Even 8 hours of sleep isn’t enough to get over a comedy feature film like this one, which followed the mishaps of an apartment shared by one too many characters. Reminds me of that hotel room in Dallas, Ninja Gaiden and waterpark. There was at least a wedding between two of us, and an inevitable party at the end, where it didn’t dawn on the crowd that Keanu Reeves himself had been in the corner all along, making pancakes. Couldn’t hurt, so we asked him if he wanted to stay with us, and he walked out, only to return with a bag.
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