I really don’t even know how to account for this movie, guys. I wish I knew who in their right mind thought making a movie about fucking goddamn emojis was a sound idea, though “right mind” is likely being generous; whoever came up with this pitch was probably coked out of their minds and on a serious Candy Crush hot streak. (Bully for that person. They have a drug problem, and they’re shit at coming up with feature concepts.)
You can stick around and read me rant, or you can scuttle over to Paste Magazine and eyeball my full review in its furious glory. I know what I would do, were I in your shoes.
A Constant Visual Feast 