The Bubble

And just like that, we have our second turkey of the year. However, unlike Morbius, this one comes as something of a surprise. Judd Apatow has been involved (directly or otherwise) in some of the most original comedy films of the last few decades and, while it's been a while since he's served up a gem, it's still pretty shocking to see him put his name to something this uninspired. 

Put simply, there is nothing original to be found in The Bubble. Even the concept of a meta take on the COVID-19 pandemic isn't that new, and we're only two-and-a-bit years into the bloody thing. Cue a painfully unfunny couple of hours in which a string of lame observations (i.e. aren't celebrities overprivileged and out-of-touch? And aren't franchises ruining cinema?) are repeated ad nauseam. 

Given the quality of the cast involved, one suspects this sorry affair might have been funnier had the actors played over-exaggerated versions of themselves rather than fictional characters. But that might just be me letting Apatow off the hook because I'm such a big fan of his previous work. In short, he really should (and could) have done much, much better than this. One to avoid.