Cashback is about a young artsy guy who gets a nighttime shift at a supermarket and fantasizes about being able to stop time, mostly so he can avoid work and instead undress women and draw them. It's like The Fermata except pretentious and arty rather than prurient. oh and it's a movie instead of a book, so you get to see the naked boobs rather than just imagine them. anyway, here's my mildly approving review.

optic: oh hey i didnt think cashback was that bad
optic: and im not saying that because of boobs
dgirl: really? it was kind of sweet at the end
optic: i thought the goofy employees were entertaining
dgirl: yeah i liked them
optic: i thought you said it was terrible
dgirl: but did you see what i mean about the unrealistic super perfect boobs everywhere?
dgirl: the premise was totally stupid
optic: yeah
optic: the gimmick about stopping time was dumb
optic: it was a basic young person romance movie
dgirl: it was
dgirl: and the lead was engaging sort of
optic: there was a lot of pretentious gabble at the begnning that was offputting but after that it was okay
optic: and the excuse for showing lots of bare boobs and bush was appreciated but sort of pointless
dgirl: exactly
optic: and making it an expression of his artsiness rather than normal teenage lust was silly
dgirl: and the stripper stuff was dumb
optic: i was pleasantly surprised the stripper thing didn't lead to a tv sitcom esque misunderstanding/argument
optic: wherein the girl gets upset that the guy has done something wrong by getting the stripper etc
optic: or where the stripper is comically inappropriate in some stupid tv sitcom esque way
dgirl: true - i was more annoyed by the stripper fantasy of the office girl
optic: the who what of the what
optic: you mean her outfit?
dgirl: no how he had that fantasy of the blonde girl from the supermarket
optic: ok