gabrielle’s review published on Letterboxd:
it’s hard to believe that in a system built to fail the majority of us, one wouldn’t feel exactly like gloria from time to time (or all the time). are we not all human spectacles, running around our own survival horror derby race, bumping into each other, collapsing, clinging, writhing, standing on our toes at a precise hour only to catch a brief glimpse of the sun? the despair and utter loneliness of the every man for himself game called life festers inside of us and comes out as vitriol and toxic misanthropy; it’s ugly and hard to listen to, but above all it’s purely heartbreaking.
the title says it all. a movie so hopelessly cynical at every turn, with every right to be. american exceptionalism has never looked more nauseating.