Carol Grant’s review published on Letterboxd:
"We're a bisexual nation living in denial, all because of a bunch of nerds."
Past becomes future, and future becomes present. An apocalyptic prophecy comes to us not through scrolls or visions from god, but instead borne from a screenplay. Each role is a performance, each gunshot a hollow squib, the entire world is made up of screens and media. In a world of artifice, mixed messages, and misinformation, only we can pick up the pieces and assemble them in the wake of inexplicable trauma to find that undeniable truth: that nobody rocks the cock like Krysta Now. And I mean nobody.