As one personally sympathetic to the real biological threat and urge of suicide, this movie was entirely drivel. This was a social media movie with a hook. I did enjoy the cinematic indictments on the loose orbit of the "successful" parents. And I did enjoy the pushback on the formulaic talking heads around this topic. However in the fake suicide portrayed on film, the protagonist says to several people that he 'feels responsible' for the suicide loss. You are. Framing suicide within the anti-social, pro-social media playground is literally a "how to" on the beginnings of the end of life. How much more real life can you make it?
Review of My Suicide
