Gustavo Nascimento

TLDR: just a bunch of squeaking teens. I just started watching this film because it was highly recommended by my "Cult movies" streaming platform. After precisely five minutes, I had to pause and check out other reviews—I simply couldn’t bear watching it any longer and couldn’t believe I was the only one feeling this way. Not a single second longer, no I could not. The first five minutes consisted of three extremely annoying girls shouting endlessly about every single object on screen. Just that. Nothing else. Absolutely nothing else.Think you know shouting, screaming, yelling and screeching? Sorry to say, but no—you don’t until you’ve watched this. A pool? Let’s scream! A cigarette pack? Oh my gosh, let’s yell at the top of our lungs! A bloody curtain? Definitely worth using up all our vocal cords. Girls going wild and wreaking havoc on my eardrums—that’s an honest description. From what I’ve seen so far, it feels like a shallower version of Skins, without any of its charm. Most definitely, this is the most insufferable piece of audiovisual content ever made. For that, I would certainly award the production. EDIT: I thought I was just being impatient, so I gave the film another chance. By minute 8, I was able to formulate a rather precise physical description of the experience: If one could take the mass of three girls, convert it into pure energy using Einstein’s equation E = mc^2 , store all that energy in a capacitor the size of the Milky Way galaxy, and then discharge it entirely into the auditory processing circuits of one's brain — only then might one replicate the sound experience this film produces.