TeoC-19
jul 2025 se unió
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Clasificación de TeoC-19
Some films move you. Some films challenge you.
This one? It made me want to shower. Twice.
Beyond Limits is less a documentary and more a grotesque exercise in self-congratulation masquerading as mental health advocacy. I didn't just dislike it - I was repulsed by it. The sheer level of delusion on display is stomach-turning.
Simon Blair's "journey" - if we can call 90 minutes of narcissistic rambling and slow-motion jogging a journey - is so drenched in fake depth and Instagrammable tragedy that it feels like watching someone audition for sympathy points. Constantly. With no self-awareness. The film parades his ADHD diagnosis around like a golden ticket to emotional validation, yet never once treats the condition with honesty, humility, or respect.
This isn't representation. It's exploitation. And it's ugly.
The way this film weaponizes struggle for attention is frankly offensive. We're supposed to be inspired by Simon running through the desert - but all I could think about was how hollow and contrived it all felt. His every line is delivered with the over-serious gravitas of a man who's convinced the world is watching a life-changing moment. In reality, we're just watching a guy sweat, moan, and stare blankly at the horizon, searching for a metaphor that never arrives.
The editing is a disaster. The pacing is non-existent. And the music? Cheap, manipulative, and utterly undeserved. It's as if they tried to wrap a turd in silk ribbon and expected us to call it art.
What's truly sickening is how this film treats ADHD not as a condition, but as a marketing gimmick. No expert voices. No context. No care. Just Simon, inserting it into every sentence like a brand deal he can't wait to cash in on.
By the end, I didn't feel moved. I didn't feel educated. I felt used. Like the film had tried to force-feed me meaning it never earned, and expected applause for the effort.
Beyond Limits doesn't rise above anything - it sinks into a pit of self-indulgent, virtue-signaling sludge.
It left me emotionally numb, mentally exhausted, and deeply grossed out.
Don't just skip it. Scrub it from your memory.
This one? It made me want to shower. Twice.
Beyond Limits is less a documentary and more a grotesque exercise in self-congratulation masquerading as mental health advocacy. I didn't just dislike it - I was repulsed by it. The sheer level of delusion on display is stomach-turning.
Simon Blair's "journey" - if we can call 90 minutes of narcissistic rambling and slow-motion jogging a journey - is so drenched in fake depth and Instagrammable tragedy that it feels like watching someone audition for sympathy points. Constantly. With no self-awareness. The film parades his ADHD diagnosis around like a golden ticket to emotional validation, yet never once treats the condition with honesty, humility, or respect.
This isn't representation. It's exploitation. And it's ugly.
The way this film weaponizes struggle for attention is frankly offensive. We're supposed to be inspired by Simon running through the desert - but all I could think about was how hollow and contrived it all felt. His every line is delivered with the over-serious gravitas of a man who's convinced the world is watching a life-changing moment. In reality, we're just watching a guy sweat, moan, and stare blankly at the horizon, searching for a metaphor that never arrives.
The editing is a disaster. The pacing is non-existent. And the music? Cheap, manipulative, and utterly undeserved. It's as if they tried to wrap a turd in silk ribbon and expected us to call it art.
What's truly sickening is how this film treats ADHD not as a condition, but as a marketing gimmick. No expert voices. No context. No care. Just Simon, inserting it into every sentence like a brand deal he can't wait to cash in on.
By the end, I didn't feel moved. I didn't feel educated. I felt used. Like the film had tried to force-feed me meaning it never earned, and expected applause for the effort.
Beyond Limits doesn't rise above anything - it sinks into a pit of self-indulgent, virtue-signaling sludge.
It left me emotionally numb, mentally exhausted, and deeply grossed out.
Don't just skip it. Scrub it from your memory.