This film did not age well. What was once inspiring to a pre-adolescent first-world hipster now appears whiny, petulant, and pretentious. It does speak to a very tiny window of history though, like a crass remake of Death of a Salesman. However the very universal message of life only being rented, not owned was watered down by selfish, spoiled, regressive young adults. Going through a similar artist communal experience confirmed what I was slowly starting to suspect. The only artists/individuals who "make it" are the ones who observe and care about helping others more acutely than they do themselves and using their art to further that goal.