Worst Wingman Ever

I’ll admit, I side-eyed the runtime—77 minutes for a romance? But *Worst Wingman Ever* proves that Jimenez doesn’t need 10 hours to wreck you. The story hinges on a wrong-number text that spirals into the kind of emotional intimacy most couples take months to build. What makes it work is the *specificity*: the way the male lead’s gruff replies betray his loneliness, or how the female lead’s sarcasm masks her hope. The narration sells it. Andi Arndt makes you *believe* in this woman’s exasperated laughter, while Zachary Webber’s gravelly voice turns even a simple *“Hey, wrong number”* into a promise. Their back-and-forth is so electric, I caught myself rewinding to hear the inflection in *“You’re ridiculous”*—was that affection or annoyance? (Spoiler: it’s both.) That said, the brevity is a double-edged sword. The ending, while satisfying, feels abrupt—like a first date that ends just as you’re leaning in. And the “wingman” premise (a minor character’s meddling) occasionally strains credibility, though Jimenez’s wit papers over the cracks. The production is flawless—no awkward pauses or volume jumps—but I wished for a smidge more atmospheric sound design (a text notification *ping*, maybe?) to ground the digital romance. Still, for fans of *The Hating Game*’s banter or *Beach Read*’s emotional gut-punches, this is a gem. Just don’t start it on your commute unless you’re okay with sitting in the parking lot to finish.