"If you got back all the time you wasted, would you waste it?"
The great unbecoming-of-age film. The realisation that all those promises of that definitive transformative moment will never manifest in the nowhere towns of the outer suburbs, so you need to do dumb shit and say dumb shit to fill the void.
All manifest in raging nonsense and inane recklessness that's absolutely inconsequential when committed against a backdrop of power lines, green yards and empty streets. Dead air punctured by confused teens hurling their geography, traversing the faceless identity of the suburban maze in search of an unknown meaning.
Chiu initially contrasts the unravelling absurdism of teenage angst with quiet moments of introspection, only to reform the dynamic.…