The way you do your hair is a metaphor for the idea that it doesn't matter what you look like.
A group of women with 50 years of age differences who've never worked together and who've probably never even met somehow simultaneously remember the choreography and staging to a generations-old song. Oh, and something about a coffee cup.
All the neighbors' cats disappeared so ...
Dude can't commit.
Mom makes too many sandwiches and moves out.
Dude dots Dot, dies.
Cats with stupid names pretty much do nothing.
Pray for a tech malfunction if you want to see some dicks at the end.
Six boobs and a garage-door opener.
Tons and tons of plotlines about French people--half of whom are poor and uneducated--who for some reason all sing in perfect English.
Dancing guys in tight jeans take a stab at cultural harmony.
Slinky Fosse choreography makes the plot irrelevant.
Drag queens overcome adversity and teach everyone a valuable lesson about discrimination and tolerance.
Then, 40 years later, the exact same plot happens again.
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