They found three of the most obnoxious teenagers they could find and then subjected us to 90 minutes of unadulterated torture as they bitched and moaned about how hard it is to take a selfie. Usually, the goal of a documentary is to tech us something or expose us to something we've never experienced before. This was little more than an advertisement for a spoiled blonde girl's and the self important guy's Instragrams with the occasional "please feel sorry for me" from someone else. My favorite part comes from one of the short segments with random teens that they brought in for no reason. One girl was complaining that her boyfriend calls her fat and likes sexy pictures of other girls on Instagram (which feels really dated. I'm in my 30's, so I have no idea what kids primarily use now, but I can promise it's not Instagram.) Bitch, why the fuck is he your boyfriend then? Egotistical blonde girl thinks she has 50,000 followers because people appreciate how well her friend takes pictures of her and thinks she can turn that into a fashion brand, which is a flawed assumption as every comment is about how hot she is, how beautiful her eyes are, or about how much they love her hair. Not a single comment is shown that relates to fashion, even though she seems to think she's a fashion icon (she hooks up with a woman who "studied" fashion and has worked in the industry for a few years and now claims that she "knows everything about fashion). She's not famous (they call her famous, I would never support that assertion) because people are inspired by the hat she's wearing; it's all creeps who like that she's wearing a bikini (they don't give a shit about the style or brand, they just want to see her in something skimpy) and insecure 12 year olds who wish they had her body. This is entirely worthless as a documentary, but I guess it was kind of funny as a character study of three narcissists. There were some funny lines, but all were unintentional comedy. One guy's whole thing was trespassing on bridges or in buildings to climb to otherwise inaccessible places to take pictures. I was really hoping that we'd get an epilogue that would tell us that he finally got what was coming to him and say that he fell of the Golden Gate Bridge and broke an arm or something, but no, instead he's got a line of socks? Fuck this movie. I think it's supposed to be a warning about the dangers of social media, but it seems more like an endorsement.
They found three of the most obnoxious teenagers they could find and then subjected us to 90 minutes of unadulterated torture as they bitched and moaned about how hard it is to take a selfie. Usually, the goal of a documentary is to tech us something or expose us to something we've never experienced before. This was little more than an advertisement for a spoiled blonde girl's and the self important guy's Instragrams with the occasional "please feel sorry for me" from someone else. My favorite part comes from one of the short segments with random teens that they brought in for no reason. One girl was complaining that her boyfriend calls her fat and likes sexy pictures of other girls on Instagram (which feels really dated. I'm in my 30's, so I have no idea what kids primarily use now, but I can promise it's not Instagram.) Bitch, why the fuck is he your boyfriend then? Egotistical blonde girl thinks she has 50,000 followers because people appreciate how well her friend takes pictures of her and thinks she can turn that into a fashion brand, which is a flawed assumption as every comment is about how hot she is, how beautiful her eyes are, or about how much they love her hair. Not a single comment is shown that relates to fashion, even though she seems to think she's a fashion icon (she hooks up with a woman who "studied" fashion and has worked in the industry for a few years and now claims that she "knows everything about fashion). She's not famous (they call her famous, I would never support that assertion) because people are inspired by the hat she's wearing; it's all creeps who like that she's wearing a bikini (they don't give a shit about the style or brand, they just want to see her in something skimpy) and insecure 12 year olds who wish they had her body. This is entirely worthless as a documentary, but I guess it was kind of funny as a character study of three narcissists. There were some funny lines, but all were unintentional comedy. One guy's whole thing was trespassing on bridges or in buildings to climb to otherwise inaccessible places to take pictures. I was really hoping that we'd get an epilogue that would tell us that he finally got what was coming to him and say that he fell of the Golden Gate Bridge and broke an arm or something, but no, instead he's got a line of socks? Fuck this movie. I think it's supposed to be a warning about the dangers of social media, but it seems more like an endorsement.
