Emily and Ky are still on the beach. In fact, they may still be on the beach to this day! No one can know. And today they’re sharing with you a film that has them all fired up for all the wrong reasons: The Gymnast. How can a film hit on so many niche references to a hyper specific era of a tiny sub culture, and still feel so utterly out of touch, and unrelatable? Well, at least it’s not queer baiting (spoiler alert!). Get ready for poor acting, cringey sex scenes, wandering plot lines, and the most absurd end credits scene of all time. Thank God for that third margarita!