Powder Room (2013)

Sam goes to the kind of classy club that has wall-to-wall sluts and gibbering E-heads caressing faux leather chairs. She spends most of the evening in the ladies room attempting to sustain the elaborate fiction she’s created about her life to make it seem less shitty.
I have no doubt that somewhere there’s a seventeen-year-old, possibly waiting for Beauty Therapy class to break for lunch so that she can take a selfie wearing her glittery new Lily Allen t-shirt, who thinks that Powder Room is the best film ever made. For her, it probably is. For me, it’s a glimpse into an alien world with some interesting anecdotes and reveals about the importance of being true to yourself, but with no one to care about.

1 slice of shitcake out of 5