There are rough spots and excesses that I'd expect from a movie made by a twenty-year-old, but those are made up for by visual inventiveness and a sense of manic dread. This thing moves like a bullet zooming straight toward your head.
My first "Twitter watch-along" experience. Don't know how I feel about that whole enterprise, but I know how I feel about this movie: it rules. Fun, engaging characters, somewhat uncomfortable explorations of trauma, and a (pun intended) barn burner of a final act that gives me chills every time Judy Greer says, "Gotcha."