I am not okay with how not okay this movie was.
And the thing is, I feel extremely dumb for saying that (not just because I used "not okay" twice in one sentence) because the film itself gives us warning signs about just how unlikable the main character is going to be, yet I didn't listen.
The screen reads, "CONTENT WARNING: This film contains flashing lights, themes of trauma, and an unlikable female protagonist. Viewer discretion advised."
Even as the movie continues to truck along, it flashes more written warning signs about how the ending will be disappointing, but I didn't listen—again.
Not Okay, which dropped on Hulu on July 29, tracks Danni Sanders (Zoey Deutch), a photo editor at a too-hip online magazine who's dying to break out of her job title and become a writer for the site. Being that she's extremely unlikable, this proves to be fairly difficult for her, though she attributes her failure to move up in the industry to the fact that she's not popular and doesn't have as large of an online presence as her peers.
After getting high one night in her Brooklyn apartment, Danni comes up with the idea to post online as if she's at a posh writer's retreat in Paris, France, continuing the act even after her high wears off. However, five minutes after posting a picture from the Arc de Triomphe, a terrorist bombing occurs there, leaving her to go with the flow and pretend like she's a survivor of the attack. And after "returning" from Paris, her family, peers, and colleagues all treat her like gold, leading her to keep up this act and make social bank from her massive lie.
Not only does her once-cold editor allow her to write a viral article for the site prompting others to say #IAmNotOkay, but she also grabs the attention of Colin (Dylan O'Brien), a mostly-dumb, attractive influencer who works at her office (and whom she had been drooling over for months). Her newfound internet fame is really starting to pay off, right? The only problem is that she gets a littttttle too greedy about it, which ultimately backfires in the end.
All in all, this film left me feeling how you do when you're handed an ice cream cone and immediately drop it on the asphalt. You know, with the sad, plopping noise and all.