A Scorsese-channeled, modern-fable of greed and exploitation, of neon unconsciousness and corrupted dreams. Scafaria uses montage as energy and critique; the visual/thematic parallels between Wall Street predation and stripping are quite dense. One side steals billions and annihilates generations, but maybe moral relativism is another cog in growing systemic indecency.

There's such deep regret here. Flashing club lights and alcoholic excess cover ache and we're all victims of childhood pain—maybe if things happened differently paths would reshape, or maybe not. Exploitation is shamed and only the ladder's bottom step are punished.

Wu and Lopez are the movie's dichotomies: energy and hurt. Tears dropped in fluorescence and glamour.

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