It takes all of Plaza’s weird chanting inflections and Stella’s exuberantly twitchy enthusiasm to make it pay off — but it does, with sly charm.

It's a simple idea... the thing is, that it's done with real tenderness and insight.

It’s a fun, silly premise, but while there’s no shortage of stoner humour, the film is deeper and considerably more satisfying than the drug-baked adolescent wisecracking might initially suggest.

It’s an unexpected tear-jerker, serving as a gut-wrenching reminder of the feelings we so often and easily push down: the cruel passage of time, the impermanence of youth.