Finally a media product honest about the psychosexual trauma and deranged generational entitlement of millennials. The Fielder-Safdie meetup bridges the confounding cinéma vérité of the former with the disconcerting aesthetic of the latter. To be sure, I'd call this a "drama;" but, as is the case with the auteurs here, the blurring of "reality" with "fiction" ends up presenting a truth larger than the sum of its parts. Well-meaning liberals gentrify the frontier, while excusing themselves from the shitty and destructive behavior that they knowingly partake in. Emma Stone is truly un-believable, an uncanny powerhouse. There's no boundary here, in the Derridian sense: you are at fault as you watch, especially when Nathan shows us his tiny, tiny, tiny little dick. "It's not a big deal and I'm not insecure about it."