The reviews split down the middle and then some, with more negatives than positives and a spread that runs from warm to openly dismissive. Where critics agree, it is on the leads: most find Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney watchable, and several credit their chemistry with holding the film together.
The reservations cluster around the script, which is repeatedly called contrived and short on laughs, and around a supporting cast reduced to plot machinery. The more admiring notices, at IndieWire and Vulture, take the film as a deliberate return to the unembarrassed, sex-forward studio comedy and enjoy it on those terms. The sharpest dissent concerns Sweeney herself: Consequence and Collider find her performance flat and the chemistry unconvincing, which cuts against the one thing most other critics praise. The Hollywood Reporter goes furthest, finding no chemistry and few laughs at all. Even sympathetic critics call it formulaic; the disagreement is over whether that is the point.
