It’s no secret that the rom-com has been going through something of a slump in recent years. My personal enjoyment of Freakier Friday notwithstanding, the genre that gave us the makeover montage and a lot of really bad advice has felt a bit stale since the aughts heyday of Blue Crush , The Princess Diaries , Miss Congeniality , and so many other girl-gets-guy-but-also-has-a-Growing-Arc gems. More recent offerings—from The Idea of You to Netflix’s My Oxford Year —have left me longing for a time when the economy was okay-ish, NPR was still funded , and Emma Stone still made broad comedies.
Obviously, Stone stans (Stoneheads? Stone-iacs? Stoners? Okay, I think we’re going with “Stoners”) have been well fed over the last few years, what with the two-time Oscar-