I figured this would be another glossy Netflix drama that plays it safe. It isn’t. This one has teeth.
The story follows Ani, a magazine writer in New York who has built the perfect life on paper: nice apartment, expensive clothes, the right fiancé. But when people from her high school days start showing up, that careful polish begins to crack. Watching it crack is the whole point.
Mila Kunis is fantastic. She is sharp and guarded, always three steps ahead, always ready with the clever line. But you can see something breaking underneath, and when it finally opens up, it hits hard. This is her movie and she carries it.
What got me was how the film turns Ani’s whole aesthetic against her. The apartment, the outfits, the curated image: it’s all a wall she built to keep the past out. So when the ugliness of her flashbacks bleeds into that clean, expensive world, it says everything without spelling it out. Smart filmmaking.
The tone is a tricky balance. It’s dark, sometimes wickedly funny, then brutal with no warning. I know that threw some people off. It worked for me. Real trauma doesn’t come with tidy edges either.
The ending won’t hand everyone a clean payoff, and I respected that. This isn’t a movie about neat resolutions.
Just know what you’re signing up for. This is heavy material, done well, and it earns every bit of the weight it carries. If you can handle that, it’s absolutely worth sitting with.
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