“I think a lot of filmmakers think a story is the purpose of the film, and the characters and the actors really have just got to service the story and take it to where it’s going. And that seems to me to be the complete opposite of what should be happening because there should be no story. We spend our lives inventing stories, but story doesn’t actually exist; we exist and our apprehension of a story is how we explain…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Random (very spoilery) notes:
-The title/place name is oddly specific for such a nondescript town/place. Why the title? Is the town name important? Is it a small town? Large town? Small enough for one character to know about another character’s illness, but too big for hospital staff to know they shouldn’t put the perpetrator of violence in the same room with the victim of his violence? (But also, the hospital is so small-town they don’t have a separate burn unit?)…
Rather nervously sat down to watch this with our two teen daughters. I thought it might be traumatizing, too close to home, especially for our oldest, who has severe social anxiety and depression. But we stayed up til 2 AM afterwards talking. There were tears and hugs. They told us stuff they feel now and stuff they’d felt in middle school that they couldn’t say before. They saw themselves onscreen and saw someone knew and someone cared.
So grateful to Bo Burnham and the medium of film — my girls felt seen.