41 year old mother of 2 goes to the Barbie movie in Barbie cos-play on a Friday night, has a religious experience, remembers viscerally her Barbie tropical pool that came with a tiny container of pineapple lip gloss, consumes 2 cans of Rosé and an entire bag of popcorn, dies of dehydration and extreme guilt of leaving husband to put the kids to bed alone, is made new again by the movie itself, which is exceptional and ambitious and doesn’t know what it is so it’s everything all at once because why not, somehow a thriller, and a joke, and a critical thought, and a new yorker shouts and murmurs, a giant piece of gum, and a musical? RECREATE THIS OUTFIT AND THIS EXPERIENCE FOR YOURSELF, IMMEDIATELY.