Anyone But You

Despite its appealing leads, Will Gluck's romcom is too generic to stand out.

I'm pretty vibes-based, and I think the vibes in this movie are just super unpleasant and sour. I never liked either of these people.

The two stars are easy on the eyes and, on a scene-by-scene basis, as charming as you want from a big jar of marshmallow fluff.

For as effective as Sydney Sweeney’s lethargic blankness is on Euphoria, it’s not an especially great quality for a rom-com lead.

Both leads are attractive, but their personal chemistry is nonexistent. Sweeney feels particularly uncalibrated for the film’s light, wacky tone, delivering every line with flattened portentousness even as she’s meant to be scatterbrained.

At the very least, it’s not Shakespeare. It’s not even “10 Things I Hate About You.”

Anyone But You represents the return of the romantic comedy genre to the silver screen, but sadly, the movie doesn’t really do anything new to warrant that opportunity.

Representing affectations of romance on screen must come with some element of vulnerability, but Anyone But You feels false and unnatural at every turn so that it’s hard to discern what stakes a foiled romance might have for any of the characters.

Where Anyone But You stands out is that it seems like the movie knows it’s a rom-com and leans into all the tropes, while also subverting them a little bit at the same time.

Anyone But You is the potato salad with raisins of rom-coms.