I have a fairly reliable instinct for films I'm going to dislike, and it's wrong often enough that I should probably stop trusting it. This one had everything I usually bounce off: too much praise, a runtime that made me check the clock before it started, and a premise that read like a logline written by a committee. I only put it on because the alternative was tidying the kitchen.
Forty minutes in I realised I'd stopped looking at my phone. That's the tell, for me. Not laughter, not tears, just the quiet absence of the urge to do something else. The thing I'd assumed would be the gimmick turned out to be the point, and the slow start I'd been impatient with was doing actual work, setting up people I ended up caring about more than I wanted to.
I won't spoil it, partly out of courtesy and partly because describing it would make it sound exactly like the film I expected to hate. That's the trick of it. The summary undersells the experience completely.
The useful lesson, if there is one, is that I keep mistaking "not my kind of thing" for "not good". They're different. I was wrong, the kitchen stayed untidy, and I'd recommend it without reservation.