Obnoxious, obsessed with Facebook and draped in the colors of Old Glory (on her underwear), professional porn chatroom star and amateur drug mule King Kelly (Louisa Krause) is the new face of young America. She spends the Fourth of July partying, searching for narcotics she’s misplaced and taking other narcotics she hasn’t misplaced, all while constantly filming herself. Director Andrew Neel has hit upon a compelling reason for the found-footage gimmick: to indict a narcissistic generation who think their phones make them royalty. After wreaking havoc all over the tristate area, Kelly delivers a final, defiant monologue worthy of a modern-day Ozymandias. Look upon her works, ye mighty, and despair—for the future of our nation.
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