Look, *The Bubble* is not a “good” movie by any traditional metric. The jokes don’t always land, the runtime is bloated, and it’s got the chaotic energy of a Zoom meeting where everyone forgot to mute themselves. But give it a decade, and this thing is going to be a full-blown cult classic. Mark my words.
Why? Because *The Bubble* is *too much* in all the right ways. Too much pandemic satire, too much self-aware Hollywood nonsense, too much awkward improv that somehow loops back around to being funny. It’s the cinematic equivalent of that fever dream where you’re trapped in a luxury hotel with a bunch of egomaniacs while the world crumbles outside—a nightmare we all, in some way, lived through.
It’s got everything a future midnight movie needs: weird celebrity cameos, meme-worthy dialogue, and a general vibe of “I can’t believe they actually made this.” Throw in the fact that it was directed by Judd Apatow, a guy whose comedies always age in unexpected ways, and you’ve got the makings of a film that’s going to find its people. Not today. Not tomorrow. But ten years from now, some insomniac is going to throw this on at 2 AM and start a cult following.
So, while *The Bubble* may not have been the viral hit it wanted to be, it’s got a different kind of destiny. Just wait.
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