Sometimes a film comes along that reminds you why you shouldn’t go to Coachella, Burning Man or any kind of rave-adjacent event filled with Gen Z kids or millennials. Not that this dystopian, near-future road movie is actually set during a music festival. It’s more like the sort of fare that might be projected in a movie tent at such an event, where people coming down off a bad dose of Molly lie about hoping the throbbing will stop soon. Unfortunately, this movie is the throbbing.
The ostensible plot concerns some kind of pandemic knocking about (get ready for scads of movies with this theme coming out over the next
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