Frank Ritz’s review published on Letterboxd:
When the mob started to beat up that dude to a Daniel Johnston song, I thought I was hallucinating.
I don’t know how to feel, other than dirty. Hypnotically powerful, but so far from being a good time. And yet, isn’t there something appealing about teenage hedonism? I mean, not like fuckin’ this, but, in some relative zone?
Camerawork is amazing, performances are out of this world (every. single. person.), and the script is too smooth... like it feels like it just had to be real, and the fact that it’s not (by all accounts it’s very loyal to the script) is more scary.