jarod’s review published on Letterboxd:
a movie about being triggered, about having/wanting "receipts," about being fucked up because your mom has bpd (???) or your parents are too rich (???), about nothing except the fact that tiktok rots your brain. an unfortunate addition to the current cinematic inclination toward trite, meandering stories about anodyne adolescent melodrama, the death rattle of a culture obsessed with the aesthetic of "trauma" through the lens of "privilege." bleh
