Lisa Johnson Mandell’s Cora Bora review says Cora would be great as a recurring SNL sketch character. But an hour and a half of her unfunny, obnoxious, delusional antics create a film only Gen Z could love. Have at it.

If there was ever a time you wanted to roll your eyes and hurl the words at me, “OK Boomer,” this is it.

My review of Cora Bora will likely make those under 30 think I’m a clueless Neanderthal, and encourage those a little older to admit, “I didn’t get it either, but I didn’t want to seem Old.”

The indie film, unflinchingly directed by Hannah Pearl Utt, stars Meg Stalter, whom you may have seen in Hacks, as the uproariously cringy and inappropriate assistant to Deborah Vance’s (Jean Smart) agent. Stalter is funny in the award-winning TV series, but the one dimensional nature of the role made her a surprise pick for a lead, in my mind. I was intrigued to see what else the buoyant actress could do.

After watching her in Cora Bora, I’m still curious. I found very little that was believable or endearing in her aggressively obnoxious, self-absorbed and admittedly clueless character. I think that’s what others find so entertaining. Go ahead. Another eye roll is in order.

Cora Bora Review — The set up

In essence, it’s the story of Cora, a delusional twenty-something trying to make it as a solo music artist in L.A. When she finds out her girlfriend back in Portland, with whom she has an open relationship, seems to be emotionally invested in someone else, Cora flies home to try to patch things up, and screwball hilarity is supposed to ensue.

But it doesn’t.

I just don’t find humor in a person who sings in a whiny, off key voice and writes dreadful songs, getting her soul crushed in L.A. Or who is offensive and belligerent to people who are just trying to be kind. Or how about a person who constantly forgets and loses her hapless chihuahua? Then there’s the scene where she responds to a Tinder request, and lets the Uber driver her drop her off at a creepy cabin in the woods.

There are countless other head scratching examples of humor that just doesn’t work for me.

I know, I know. If you’re under 30 you’re probably ROFLing right now and scrolling through your iPhone for tickets. I’m just annoyed. My husband tells me Cora Bora wasn’t made for us. He’s right, of course. I knew he wouldn’t last five minutes.

Near the end of the movie’s one-hour, 32-minute run time (I’ll give it credit for that), we find out why Cora acts the way she does, and that she may be experiencing a spark of self examination. But it’s a little too little too late. We’ve already suffered through an excruciating number of ridiculously contrived incidents.

I’m hoping that in the future, Stalter will find a vehicle that will truly showcase her talents. In the meantime, Gen Z, this one’s for you!

Rated R

1 Hour 32 Minutes

If, after reading this Cora Bora review, you’re still in the mood to see it, get times and tickets at Fandango.com.

Lisa Johnson Mandell’s Cora Bora review says that this indie star vehicle for Hacks‘ Meg Stalter will definitely amuse its intended audience, in which she is not included.