Hell yeah we're gonna start with a dysfunctional family at a block party. Then a laser light show minus Pink Floyd comes along and dumps the neighborhood into a better Jurassic World sequel than the ones we got. These dinosaurs came to chew Bubblegum and kick ass, and only one cat in the neighborhood was named Bubblegum.
Despite some structural problems, Birds of Prey flies by with a wild fever of acting, directing, and unrivaled energy.
When is it proper to apologize for someone else's work?