This is the rare occasion that good story and dialogue eclipse Hollywood production values. In an nongimmicky naturalistic manner, these relatable slacker semi-adults come of age withinthe usual capitalist conumdrum of "nothing succeeds like success even if you lose your soul". This dichotomy comes at us from several existential angles, provoking deep questions about meaning, purpose, and fulfillment. Individual fortunes are in perpetual flux--such vicissitudes were common among my friends after obtaining that so-called pinnacle of privilege, the four-year degree. Our definitions of true success ranged from working in cutting-edge tech to forsaking all modern convenience and going completely off-grid, with varying degrees of drug abuse sprinkled on top. So this wonderful morality play really took me back to those angsty but halcyon years. The open-ended manner in which this slice-of-life cinemata verite concluded gave me enough pause to mentally thank the screenwriter for restoring my belief in serious literary auteurship.