We're lucky to be alive at a time when Jane Schoenbrun is making movies. Their melancholy sophomore effort is a rich and scary coming age story, equal parts love letter to and warning about the allure of nostalgia. Gorgeously realized, with an impeccable soundtrack, it constantly picks at and complicates its message of self discovery and transness all the way to a devastating finale.

Just like We're All Going To The World's Fair, this is a film that sticks in the throat and asks you to look at yourself (be it in a mirror or the dark of a screen) while there is still time.

Because there is still time.

-Brendan