The Charlie’s Angels movies are a guilty pleasure of mine. The stunts are completely unrealistic and the plots are pretty goddamned out-there. However… they’re fun. Yes, they’re relatively stupid. But they make me happy, and considering that it’s the doldrums of February, we could all use a little bit of fun in the wintertime. Strangely enough, I love the second one even more than the first, which is odd considering my deep love of Sam Rockwell. So here are five reasons to head on over to Netflix and watch Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle this weekend.

I should hate myself more than I do.

Two titanium rings containing all the names of the witness protection program participants and someone stole them? That’s your plot? As if that’s not enough defiance of logic, we’re also expected to buy the love story between Jason (Matt LeBlanc) and Alex (Lucy Liu), and the fact that Shia LeBeouf is from a Catholic orphanage while still somehow managing to participate in expensive, high-stakes motocross racing. And our ladies can run in heels without any issues whatsoever; not a single one bitches about her feet hurting. It defies all logic. But you watch it because it’s shiny. Plus it’s got Drew Barrymore (seriously, Drew, call me. I’m up for it if you are.).

I hated Lucy Liu for the longest time. That changed with these movies. I like her comedic timing, and the deadpan delivery of lines hits a sweet spot. I love the fact that she looks so stern and serious, but she’s a total goofball. Plus she wears shoes that I could never hope to walk in. I tip my hat to her.

Glover’s Thin Man is such a freak. The screaming, the ripping of the hair, the fierce smoking of a cigarette. You can’t help but love Thin Man. He’s back in this go-round, and he gets a backstory that’s just as batshit as he is. I love him.

Welcome back, Thin Man.

There are few things that give me the giggles in this life more than watching Justin Theroux ACT. The intensity the man tries to convey by working his brow is just fantastic. It’s enough to make you wonder how melodramatic he is in real life when he’s doing something completely mundane, like opening a jar of peanut butter or cleaning the pool. The eyebrow is a thing of wonder and perplexity because nothing going on is intense enough to merit that kind of performance. I mean, come on, this is a Charlie’s Angels movie – it’s not a fucking redo of Serpico. You can dial it back, dude.

Watching a bunch of adults ham it up in outtakes is always hysterical. Doing it in fun costumes (yes, I’m a pig) is even better. If you’ve seen this before and know the outtakes, you know what I mean. If you haven’t, you’re in for a treat.

Brief, but fun.