The film opens with an excessively bloody scene that prioritizes shock and gore over the reality of skateboarding. What ensues is a similarly sensationalized and divisive take on skateboarding, and the dynamics between young men and women. Moselle is a terrible writer, a miserably un-insightful director, and an outright poser. Since Moselle is incapable of understanding the nuances that define art, she fails to capture their natural magic, and instead attempts to contort them into her own myopic idea of "exciting". Of course, Moselle is a privileged hack with no talent, so her idea of "exciting" is consistent with the bizarre fantasies of rich whit women who vote for Hillary and blame their problems on poor people. These young ladies are far more compelling on instagram, but it's not surprising that Moselle's directorial talent is incapable of rendering something more substantial. The beautiful shots of the ladies skating around the city could not make up for the gaping vacuum of substance where the story should have been.