Everyone has a lit cigarette, no one smokes.
In my summers of my teens, I’d stay up as late as possible just for the sake of doing it. I’d be awake just to be awake. My life stopped having any narrative or purpose beyond just being.
This movie and these characters just are. It has its moments, but those are bookended by bizarre shooting styles and narrative deadends that were pretty brutal.
It’s telling that the cover here is a still from the very last scene of the movie. It spoils nothing at all because what is there to spoil?
