There's a loose freedom here in Linklater's work that parallels the freedom of a star pitcher, played by Blake Jenner, driving in the unsupervised world of college for the first time. Linklater allows for what he does best here: a drift from conversation to brief moments that may not be remembered in the future, except those vague halcyon-tinged memories of what it meant to swagger around with all the confidence of youth or to stay up all night with someone who could electrify your existence. If some of the words seem misguided or affected at times, it's because that's who we are at that age.
As always, Linklater delivers a killer soundtrack that remains on the ball throughout. There's no anxiety, no real conflict, and best of all no conclusions. The cast of characters allows itself to change every night in order, ultimately, to continue partying, and maybe that is the lesson to take away if any. We can only continue on if we disavow conclusions. It's impossible to travel back to the 80s or even to our own college days, but Everybody does the job in reminding us of those invincible endless days.