Of all the curveballs that 2020 has thrown at me—and there have been more than a few—“crying at a Bill and Ted movie” might be the wildest. But here we are; if you manage to make it to the final, wonderful, post-credits scene of Bill and Ted Face the Music with dry eyes, you’re made of sterner stuff than me.
But believe me when I say they were tears of joy. The third Bill and Ted movie, coming along almost 30 years since 1991’s Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey, is like a warm hug from an old friend. What could have been a cynical, half-arsed take on a valuable but fallow piece of recognisable IP is instead blisteringly funny, disarmingly open-hearted and goofily inventive. It’s also surprisingly deep, in its own weird way.