Oh, Hi! | Film Review
Released July 25, 2025
Oh, Hi! Fumbles Its Way from Charm to Chaos
The first half hour of Oh, Hi! is a real delight.
Molly Gordon and Logan Lerman play a young Gen Z couple heading out for a romantic weekend, and for a moment, it feels like we’re getting something rare in modern cinema: a grounded, sexy, funny, human story. No high concept. No postmodern twists. Just two attractive people falling for each other in a way that feels real. I was locked in. The chemistry between Gordon and Lerman is undeniable, and their banter had that kind of lived-in ease that makes you forget you're watching a movie.
Directed by Sophie Brooks and co-written with Molly Gordon, the film opens with a naturalism that’s loose, observational, and tactile. You think, wow, they really made a movie. And then, about thirty minutes in, it veers completely off the rails.
Without warning, the plot contorts itself into a clumsy gimmick: Gordon’s character chains Lerman’s to the bed and refuses to let him leave. At first, it’s played for psychological tension in an homage to the film Misery. But that thread is quickly abandoned. Instead, we get a farcical, SNL-style setup that drags on and on. Friends arrive. There's talk of kidnapping charges. Suddenly, we’re in a cartoon version of the world where no one seems to have heard of law enforcement or basic morality. The guy’s still chained to the bed, and now we’re supposed to laugh?
The tone turns bizarre, like a half-baked social satire that doesn’t trust its own characters or audience. Every grounded detail that made the first act shine gets replaced with thin caricatures and psychobabble. There’s a moment when you just want Logan’s character to break free, call the cops, and get as far away from this nightmare as possible. Instead, the movie insists on ending with forced heart-to-heart monologues about life and love, as if any of what just happened makes emotional sense.
Look, if you're going to go full kidnapping dark comedy, go all in. Show us the real psychological fallout. Let there be consequences. But don’t bait us with a great little indie romance and then swerve into faux-provocative nonsense to justify a theatrical release.
There’s a great film buried inside Oh, Hi! It’s in the first 30 minutes, the part where people are just people. I wish they'd trusted that more. Sometimes the bravest thing a filmmaker can do is tell a small story well. We don’t need the twist. We don’t need the chains. We just want to believe.