Love Me

The film aspires to explore weighty themes but ultimately falters, drifting aimlessly between concepts without ever finding a solid grounding. It begins with an exploration of the isolating nature of parasocial relationships, only to veer awkwardly into the hollow chase for influencer fame, before devolving into a hazy rumination on the human condition in the face of infinite time. What could have been a poignant narrative instead feels scattered and, at times, indecipherable. Just when it appears poised to offer something profound, the film evaporates into a haze of uncertainty, leaving a lingering sense of frustration rather than illumination. The humor, too, seems misguided, with jokes that feel more like calculated algorithmic afterthoughts than genuine attempts at levity—most egregiously in the form of a relentlessly persistent Blue Apron ad that seems more a product placement than a punchline.

At its core, the film suffers from a lack of focus. Its lofty ambition to tackle complex themes overwhelms the narrative, resulting in an experience that feels both underdeveloped and drawn-out. Had the ideas been more contained and sharply focused, maybe in a short film, they might have had room to breathe, but as it stands, the film stretches its modest insights to the breaking point, culminating in a flat and contrived ending. There is no sense of punctuation—only a hollow, artificial conclusion.