His looming success is such an inevitability that the details are irrelevant to him. Vargas and cinematographer Rufai Alaja deploy a aspect ratio to create a square frame that invokes the warm feeling of flipping through old Polaroids.
His mother does an admirable job of trying to keep him out of trouble, even if her efforts to steer him away from the paths that kept his father out of his life strike Rico as attempts to neuter his free spirit.
Rico is charismatic to the point where watching him do just about anything would be entertaining, and his youthful delusions of grandeur would be sincerely endearing were he at a point in life that afforded him more time to figure himself out. Nobody undergoes a massive arc that fixes everything, nor are we shown any of the parenting moments that will pose true challenges to Rico and Destiny.
Instead, Vargas leaves us with the sense that the world will keep spinning as the young couple tries to figure things out.
Unplanned circumstances seldom end like a movie, and Rico might not achieve his dream of retiring at 40 to hang out with his adult kids.
