Ingrid becomes obsessed with a social network star named Taylor Sloane who seemingly has a perfect life. But when Ingrid decides to drop everything and move west to be Taylor’s friend, her behaviour turns unsettling and dangerous.
Review By Jhon:
From theirs, this is a comedy of errors and mistaken identity and farce and misstep, like The Big Lebowski. From mine, it’s tragedy, and not even tragicomedy, although there are some rather funny moments. The underlying tone is menace and insanity and desperation. Everything is fake, from Taylor’s bohemia to her husband’s artistic ability; everything is performance art, from shopping to girls’ nights out, and it is all displayed worldwide one selfie at a time. The only real person in the movie is Pinto, who has a legitimate, heart-wrenching reason to become Batman. Ingrid, trying to keep up with her new ”friends,” escalates things to the point of near- murder.
Ingrid becomes undone when Taylor’s brother steals her phone and discovers her scamming, but, really, why was that necessary? A simple Google search would have accomplished the same thing; indeed, would have disclosed her previous incarceration because she doesn’t use a fake name. Why not? Because Ingrid and everybody else inhabit an alternate reality (which used to be a science fiction concept) so insular that anyone who replies to your post must be you. A generation that considers itself internet hip is internet stupid.
And internet redeemed. When Ingrid’s lies finally unravel, she does not get what I expect; she gets, instead, what she expects. I scratch my head. You cheer.