When Chang writes that the film is so eager to bare its soul, I agree. In fact, it’s part of the appeal. It’s the same kind of appeal that drew me to emo music: a desire to state, simply and bluntly, how bad it feels without the self-conscious desire to dress it up as something poetic and literary. Sometimes a singer yelling “I’m not okay” to loud power chords is the most thrilling musical moment of a generation.