Drop starts promisingly enough, but it quickly runs out of steam. The second act is a slog—just the same argument on repeat, like a broken record bumping into itself. No one on a date would actually stick around for this nonsense. The final ten minutes go full bananas (kind of fun, I’ll admit), but by then, the damage is done. Meghann Fahy is the one saving grace, grounding it all with a performance far better than the script deserves.