Where Are You

This is the pretentious fever dream of an incompetent screenwriter who thinks they're saying something profound. It's full of demonstrably untrue statements and immature lines. The production value is spectacular. The acting is fine, or it would be if the director wasn't determined to make the audience say, "Deep, man." There is nothing "deep" about this movie, man, partly because there isn't a scratch of authenticity in it. The plot is predictable and diluted with shots of pretty people walking prettily while wearing pretty things. Other filmmakers have handled this subjectmatter with depth. These ones did not.