Hot Summer Nights

While Bynum captures the year of Terminator 2: Judgment Day and its transitional early-'90s fashions with melancholic vividness, his paper-thin story of minimal character development ultimately resolves to a shrug.

Hot Summer Nights will appease fans of Chalamet by his presence alone, but this is a movie that plays like a CW-infused take on the nostalgic drug drama.

Hot Summer Nights is both groan-inducingly contrived and vapid, its talented young cast wasted on an incoherent script-less a web of betrayal, greed, and adolescent desire than a few dangling threads.

You've seen it all before. But you haven't seen, and should, "Hot Summer Nights."

There's plenty to look at, but nothing really works here.

Hot Summer Nights stumbles, grasping for meaning and mood, relying heavily on one of the more insistent soundtracks in recent memory.

For everything Bynum gets wrong in the final act, he makes up for in fun and inventive storytelling in the first half.

The Timothee Chalamet Experience rolls through town with A24's moody 90s teen drama Hot Summer Nights, or, Kewl Largo, where Goodfellas meets The Sandlot...

A twenty-second long sequence of a sticky and moist exchange of a lollipop is one of the most immersive sequences I have seen in some time.

In the end, Hot Summer Nights leaves the viewer with an an intoxicating aftertaste and a glow of enthusiasm long after the credits roll.