Gasoline Rainbow

The first "narrative" feature from quasi-documentarians the Ross Brothers (45365, Bloody Nose Empty Pockets, Western) is a road movie about five post-high school teenagers from a small town in Oregon who go on one last adventure to the Pacific coast. These kids are all Gen Z, but the movie is less about capturing a generation than an age. That age is the time most of us look back on as being the most memorable when we were the most alive. But it's also the time when, to anyone outside our age group, we were the least interesting and most blandly generic versions of humanity. This movie sat me squatly in the perspective of the outsider who would not want to spend more than five minutes with these kids, even if one of them was me at that age.