my review on substack

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

forgot to log this monstrosity. randall emmett needs to be in prison. just wrote about lala/vanderpump rules on on my substack if you are interested in that sort of thing

i used the opening monologue as my audition for like five different shows when i was in high school. "a modern Howard Hawks movie," as oomf said

mama a girl inside you

YOU LOOK LIKE GWYNETH PALTROW ON FOOD STAMPS