dir. Vince Marcello
Exactly how and why two sequels to The Kissing Booth got made is anyone’s guess, but this third film is probably the worst of the lot. What little story there is once more revolves around Elle (Joey King), her creepy whiny incel best friend Lee (Joel Courtney), and his brother who’s also Elle’s boyfriend Noah (Jacob Elordi). The brothers’ parents are selling their old holiday beach house, and in a profoundly pathetic bout of selfishness and entitlement, the kids decide this simply won’t do. The sentiment of their beach house memories may have carried more weight had said beach house been even vaguely alluded to in an earlier movie; alas, it’s simply written it to give them something to complain about. The ensuing story is the same as the previous movies: Elle trying to placate Lee and Noah whilst developing no personality of her own; stupid vignettes of people dressing up in costumes and doing dumb stuff to use up runtime; and the random insertion of a kissing booth at the end of the movie (although this one does also incorporate an awkward time skip). At least The Kissing Booth 2 had the ridiculous dancing competition as a focal point – the worst thing about The Kissing Booth 3 is how utterly forgettable it is.