I tell the truth, that's all I got

I hated this film. I hated smug Mark Walhberg playing a ginormous red flag of a human being, talking complete nonsense like he wishes he was Ryan Reynolds with possibly the worst haircut I've seen in the longest time. There's charismatic asshole and then there's just ridiculous asshole who I am actively rooting against because he is an egotistical nightmare.

For a beautiful moment, at about the 29th minute Sixto Rodriguez started playing and I felt like the universe was giving me a glorious pat on the back for getting this far.

You hear that abominable Marky-Mark vehicle? You get a star for the soundtrack, now I need a shower. Brie Larson and Omar were wasted in this.