The Babysitters ★★★½

Many seem to see this film’s immersion into teen immorality and its detached lack of perspective as deficits, but perhaps that’s because the film’s formal assurances suggest that there’s order to this moral vacuum. That there isn’t – that the film ultimately shrugs off its debauchery and string of emotional betrayals – both feels uncomfortable and honest. Waterson, the reason I watched this, justified the effort.