Synopsis
A 15-year-old girl decides to bring her two passions together for her final film project: making movies and her favorite band.
2015 Directed by Paul Jarrett
A 15-year-old girl decides to bring her two passions together for her final film project: making movies and her favorite band.
I can normally enjoy a bad movie as much as a good one but this was genuinely the worst movie I’ve ever seen and not in a good irony-posioned way. This movie made my skin crawl and caused restlessness in my body to the point where it actually felt like I was experiencing opium withdrawals again. With every fiber of my being I wanted to leave but I just couldn’t look away from this train wreck. I think the director was in full blown withdrawals actually the way nothing correlated or made sense. It felt like one big hallucination.
I understand this wasn’t meant to be a masterpiece but bruh cmon what the fuck happened.
THE SINGLE REDEEMING QUALITY was the…
anyone who suffered through this for the 5 minute all time low cameo? braver than the troops.
one word review:
Bad
overview in bullet points so that if u wanted to watch it you will not do so:
-there is literally a character named hashtag
-the word iphone was bleeped out???
-who the fucke even is claire bovary
-emo still exists in 2015?? p sure if this came out a decade ago it would have thrived
-suzy bishop grew up to be an emo sidekick who dresses badly- a damn shame
-boy of interest slowly becomes more and more emo throughout the film for absolutely no reason
-there is a scene where a mom is taking nude selfies and her daughter walks in and it apparently doesn't phase either of them that much
-this is really racist …
“throw up pop punk bitch” is the most important line of dialogue in the history of cinema
Was expecting this to be not-very-good, was not expecting this to be blatantly racist.
Just so confusing. Do people still care about emo? Are spray tan jokes still relevant (when not made about Trump)? Why does she put on a bad British accent, and why do people buy into it? Why is this film's tone so terribly uneven, with every scene feeling like it's written by someone else? Why does Meg Ryan throw a peace sign to someone she graduated school with in 1988? Why did I continue watching this?
Enough questions to hurl me into an existential crisis.
Female fandom and coming of age deserve to be taken seriously.
And ouch to Scott Adsit having to make jokes about Tina Fey and then having his "does nobody know who I am?" fall completely flat because that was not where this film was at, tonally.