The Internet has enriched the human way of life in many
ways. Unprecedented access to information, being able to contact people all
over the world with remarkable ease, and all the porn a person could ask for.
But of all of its attributes, the most impactful one of all is one that most
people seem to forget: It gives people the ability to be someone else.
But that separation, that intentional digital dissociation,
can have strange effects on the human mind. Spend long enough acting as if you
have both feet in two separate worlds, and the digital self can begin to feel
like a true self, or worse, the only self. All of the footprints one leaves on
the cybernetic landscape create an identity of their own, and if it goes too
far, both halves of the same person can feel like they’re at odds. I myself
have gone through some of these notions concerning my own pen name, the stock I
put into, and the struggle I have with trying to reconcile the occasionally
unsavoury shit I do on social media vs. my actions away from the computer.
With all this in mind, this film’s main premise is fucking
terrifying. Identity theft is a prevailing hazard in the Internet age,
and in regards to digital self, one of the harder ones to crack down on. This
situation, of someone discovering that someone else has taken their image,
their identity, and using it for their own ends, is a common fear. And as
depicted through the eyes of Alice, a cam girl played with nerve-shredding brilliance by Madeline Brewer, we see how that situation can feel like an atom bomb to the
chest.
The idea of someone pretending to be you, and getting away
with it while you are helpless to stop them, is a ripe idea in the realm of
psychological cinema, and this film never relents in expressing it at full
force. It lets the shear dread and existential horror of the situation hang in
the hair like the thick odour of sweat and sex after a successful night’s work,
anchoring us to Alice’s perspective to give this a Perfect Blue-esque vibe,
only with an even further emphasis on the Internet, how we use it, and yet
detailing its darker corners without outright vilifying the entire industry.
It highlights both the reality and the uninformed perception
of the business, exemplified through Alice’s attempt to talk to the police
about her dilemma. Their response is a combination of condescension,
impractical advice (with how much we use the Internet every single day, for
work and leisure, “just stay off the Internet” doesn’t solve anything) and
showing more fixation on the lurid details of her work than actually helping
her. It reflects some harsh truths about how incongruent Internet use still is
for some people, as if the impact of being able to access a global-scale
network of information hasn’t quite sunk in yet over the last two decades.
But chalking this film solely up to ideas of identity theft,
commentary on the cam girl industry, or even Internet use in general, is still
refusing to give this film the credit it deserves. No, the major thing that
this film pushes for is the idea of the digital self vs. the non-digital self.
The film plays the psychological aspects of this duality with both
down-to-earth reality and frightening nuance, showing the many ways that the
two reflect, deflect and overlap each other. All this culminates in the kind of
finale that might rank as one of the best of the entire year, a war for
the self with the Internet as its battleground.
It’s smart, it’s emotional,
it’s insanely tense, and it follows in the footsteps of films like Searching and series like Black Mirror in
how it tells pitch-black truths about how the Internet, fundamentally, has
changed us as a species.
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