Everybody needs to stop making these movies about Gen Xer creative types who can’t get their shit together. Either that, or I just need to stop watching them, because I’m starting to take it personally. I was starting to enjoy “No Way Jose” (2015), about this neurotic hipster rocker whose band is reduced to playing kids’ parties. There were hijinks. I liked them. There was also this undercurrent of “why can’t these Gen Xers just grow up?” I didn’t like that. Then everyone gets pregnant and everything goes to hell. Just like real life. (Maybe I shouldn’t post this one.)

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