“No one fucking cares about that sh*t, Malcolm!” shouts an exasperated Marie (Zendaya). Malcolm (John David Washington) worships the classic filmmakers—a love externalized by way of the vintage title credits that open the film—espousing the genius of William Wyler and the brilliance of “The Best Years of Our Lives” and “Citizen Kane.” Within the confines of this luxe modernist home, nestled in the Hollywood hills, the ensuing quarrel between the couple is unlike any other. Yet, if we’re to study them as incompatible people, we should know it probably is like any other. Their ten-round bout masquerading as raging intellectualism reveals their shortcomings and insecurities; however, they never reveal themselves.