Prom. What a wonderful time. Splashing your cash on a fancy suit, only to realise you’re going to spend four hours poking at questionable quality food, pretending you enjoy dancing, and nipping outside to pour hip flask whisky into a flat lemonade. What a life. What a time. America has romanticised the need for prom, and also the need for friends. Blockers’ need to romanticise the spirit of friendships and the magic, middle-class lifestyle is a tortured, laborious notation, but one that isn’t going away any time soon. Embrace it. Get comfy. Enjoy the ride. Kay Cannon and her cast certainly have, but they do nothing with it.