Crazy Rich Asians (2018) — Riley Cross Reviews

Look, I’ve seen my fair share of bad date night movies back at the Blockbuster. The ones where the girl dumps the guy for... not being rich enough? I’m looking at you. But you have to admit, staying home is better. You have your own bathroom, you can pause it to use the bathroom, and the snack selection is actually edible.

If you need a reminder that joy is still a thing in this world, pop in *Crazy Rich Asians*. I remember walking into this and expecting it to be purely eye candy, and while it is definitely that, it’s smarter than a lot of rom-coms that passed through my turnstile.

Put this on when the rain is drumming against the window and you need a vacation without the airport hassle. It’s that specific kind of weekend watch where you want to curl up in your comfiest sweatpants and stare at the ceiling in happy disbelief.

Now, you know that scene at the club when she’s getting hit on, and he assumes the persona of her ex just to extricate her? It doesn't give it all away, but it gives you exactly what you came for: confidence. Seeing the sheer amount of food at that Asian wedding tent was actually stressful for me, but in a good way. I felt like I needed to clean my room just watching them enjoy tapioca pudding with gold leaf.

That’s the ticket. No drama, just good vibes and Constance Wu serving looks. It reminds you that even if you’re just a clerk balancing inventory sheets, there’s a crazy rich world out there that you can dream about from your own couch.

Bottom line: The ultimate comfort food rom-com fantasy that tastes more expensive than it is.