Well, this snuck up on me. And the feeling of inevitable dread as I saw it popup on Netflix and knowing that I – being a reasonable and logical person – was going to have to watch it. And I kinda sorta like the previous two films… so I’m not sure where this feeling came from. But that feeling that I’d be spending part of my Wednesday mired in another Kissing Booth movie could not be shaken. And I did. And I regret it.

So Kissing Booth 3 is about Joey King’s character trying to deal with getting into both of her dream colleges that caused so much drama last time. Will she choose the one her boyfriend is in or the one her best pal got into? So while she mulls over that one, they decide to spend the summer with one last farewell hurrah in their parents multi-million dollar beach house before its sold and do all the bucket list things they’d planned as kids.

And… didn’t we cover all this drama last time? I couldn’t help but feel like we’re stuck in mud, spinning our wheels with the same old crap. I know I’m not the target audience for these films – they are fuzzy-headed silly candy corn and molasses – but I still had a decent time with the first two. But I just couldn’t find it in me to care. Again. Maybe I was in a grumpy cat kind of mood… or maybe this really is just rehashing all the same garbage sprinkled in with whatever random “fun” the characters are having in any particular minute.

I’d have rated it slightly lower but I – against my will, kicking and screaming bloody murder – found that I respected the ultimate decision Joey King’s character makes. It was a smart move for a movie that has moon-eyes for boys. So… I guess a sliver in the final act worked in a way that affected the whole bloody trilogy. Too bad it didn’t end there and the movie kept on going for another twenty minutes. Jeesh.

The good news is, this is probably the last one of this series. So maybe the cast can go on with their rest of their careers in more (or less) meaningful movies and tv.

Score: 66