Yip!

I spent a good quarter of this movie clutching at my own chest, because I felt fucking laser targeted by it. It’s a hate letter to the worst parts of growing up closeted, masking, alienated.
There is still time. The fact that you know the truth is the only proof you need.
Also, as a side note: it does some fun stuff with aspect ratios and VHS grain that speaks to me as a film nerd, and its spookier imagery…
Whoa nelly…this was an incredibly anxious film, and it felt like the sort of thing I’d see exclusively at a college film festival. The high grain, high ISO, poorly framed mess of a story is intentionally frustrating and anxious. I loved the story and would love to see it again from a more contemporary strategy, but as it stands: it’s still an interesting approach