Bottoms

Real-life friends Sennott and Edebiri are harmonious in ways that relieve them of the need to land flat-out punchlines. Instead, they just sweat funny out of their pores.

Smart and very silly.

Even if the scattershot plotting doesn’t quite hold together, there’s a wayward energy to the picture and a barbed sense of mischief.

In Bottoms... you’ll find more crude sex jokes than you can shake a pom-pom at. It’s also bizarrely violent.

Narrative clarity is jettisoned in favour of wearisome storytelling incoherence in a queer high-school comedy that’s one of the least effective entries of the genre.

Think Mean Girls mashed into Lindsay Anderson’s If ... But with more sublimated high-feminist discourse. Just perfect.

The time-tested arc of the 1980s high school sex comedy gets a good yank on its ear in this uproariously funny hyper-pop spin on the subgenre that also sets its sights on America's ritualized embrace of sporting violence.



It might not quite deserve a spot at the head of the class alongside 2019’s Booksmart, but as a similar look at two unpopular high school girls seeking acceptance, Bottoms makes the grade.

Like its most enduring high-school predecessors, Bottoms is at its best in its smaller moments, its throwaway lines and when it gives its characters time to bond.

Hilarious, over-the-top, bloody, and cathartic in a really twisted way.