Barrymore overdoes the tomboy schtick “cool” girls have been required to do since the late ’90s (something about Mary, as I recall): she eats like a pig, drinks like a fish, rules at video games, loves The Shawshank Redemption, and takes monster bong hits.
Space allows the characters to have a sense of humor about themselves and time to indulge in the goofy giddiness of a new relationship, whether Garrett impersonates Morgan Freeman after learning Erin’s favorite movie is “The Shawshank Redemption” or Erin grins and throws out a hot dog she was about to eat after Garrett calls and asks her to dinner.
They drink, eat wings, play trivia, smoke pot and bond over “The Shawshank Redemption” and “Top Gun.”
As Erin and Garrett struggle to stretch lust across 3,000 miles via Skype, it's hard to maintain much interest in the fate of their union, in part because what they're like is so predicated on what they like, and what they like—they bond over YouTube memes, bar trivia, and The Shawshank Redemption—is so fucking boring.
The two hit it off immediately, bonding over beer, bong hits, arcade games and The Shawshank Redemption and embark on a six week whirlwind romance.