Three Things: The Runaways.

1. No one actually stencils and spray paints words like "sex" across their chest like that. That doesn't happen in real life. Or, if it does, I'm going to be highly annoyed that people are walking around the world like that and I'm still getting glares whenever I wear heels or a skirt on the subway. (Literally, every time.)

2. Um, why WOULDN'T you want to work at the Pup n' Fries forever!? In 1975 the cheese dip probably wasn't made of plastic and chemical compounds, the hot dogs were fresh, and I bet you could have worn real live roller skates. Roller skates! Where else can you boogie on down in a cute outfit while catering to happy customers!? Well, stripping, actually. Fuck. But, uh, real cheese dip!

3. I just want to run a flat iron through this whole movie. The only way they can justify all of this terrible hair and sad eyeliner is with someone dying or bleeding or something as equally rock and roll as that, and as far as I know, there's no tragic 8-ball overdose. Unfortunately.