I am "old school" where content was about what was actually in it, not the quality of the message surrounding it. The buzz here is that Shirley Chen's natural exuberance highlights an authentic film about authentic teenagers, yada, yada. No, not really. Chen is hi-energy, but the director has her spending most of her time scrunching up her face. Not exactly Oscar material. The real giveaway however is the sound track which, for most of the film, plays ominous "clanging" noises in the background, the kind of noise you might expect in a horror film, not a teen drama. That's the key. All in all, just a big setup for a woke film on gun control, everything else is just window dressing.
