Ian Fastert’s review published on Letterboxd:
There are MULTIPLE INSTANCES of Lucas Hedges writing down a name, looking off into the distance, and the movie slow fading to a flashback.
I believe Edgerton can be a good filmmaker, but god he should not have written this. Nothing feels authentic, and all the emotions are surface level.
Astoundingly dumb. The soundtrack was nice, at least, and Troye Sivan was a welcome surprise. Still a waste of my time.