In my experience it's never a good thing to have the writer also direct. When you add acting into
the equation, you're doomed. One Victor Soares played the hat trick here. His direction was made easier by relying on a variation of the "found footage" genre, here using a "livestream" as his crutch... or in this case his walker.
His "hyper-manic Brazilian" character was especially annoying and would've been the low point, acting-wise in most no-budget movies, but here there were even more blatant offenders.
The main character was played by Sarah Moliski, it was her live feed and she was the master, or mistress, of ceremonies. Another absolutely spastic role of overacting and that Gen Z/Millennial sort of attitude that fills Tik-Tok and YouTube with their willful ignorance and airheaded know-it-all-ness. Oh, she plays it to perfection and I'll grant that her character felt legit. I hope she's nothing like that in real life. But the death of her character, like that of Soares, was not lamentable. More likely cathartic.
Mao Sun played a wannabe actor and funnily enough, he was the least talented thespian of a weak bunch. He wasn't asked for much and yet still struggled.
But the main problem was the writing. It really was pedestrian. Examples are rife, you'll see.
The location was cool and could've been much better utilized. It's a shame the writer/director/actor's ego got in the way. Jack of all trades, master of none
Add this together with a zero budget and, well, you're lucky you emerged with four stars from this viewer.
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