Good Luck, Have Fun, Don't Die (2025)

Sam Rockwell’s man from the future storms into a Los Angeles diner, announces this is his 117th try at saving humanity from a rogue AI, and then explains the rules again, and again, and again. Half the dialogue is a user manual. The diners he drafts are mostly gags with names, and over 134 minutes the satire about our phones gets painfully obvious. Still, Gore Verbinski is clearly loving every second. There’s a pair of teachers fending off screen-hypnotized students with a homemade signal jammer. There’s Haley Lu Richardson as Ingrid, a party princess who is allergic to electronics. And there’s a centaur made entirely of kittens, which is exactly as unhinged as it sounds. Rockwell, scruffy and frantic, is a blast, part prophet and part guy who desperately needs a nap. A 6.9 because it’s wildly inventive and would be better with a lot less explaining. $1,056 says you sit in a diner booth this month and silently pick which strangers you’d recruit to save the world.

What works: Sam Rockwell is a scruffy, frantic delight, and Verbinski packs the film with wild set pieces, from screen-hypnotized students to a centaur made of kittens.

What doesn’t: The script over-explains every rule, the diners stay thin, and its jabs at phone addiction are about as subtle as a fire alarm.

Who it’s for: Grown-up fans of gonzo sci-fi comedies who don’t mind a heavy helping of exposition with their chaos.