Sissy

FUCK THIS TOXIC PIECE OF SHIT WITH EVERY INCH OF A FLAMING FLAGPOLE. Fuck the shallow, glib attempt at commentary on the superficiality of social media and the influencers who use it. Never mind that, duh, no shit influencers are human beings who might not be able to practice what they preach, and no shit the desperation of seeking validation from strangers can lead to a mental health downward spiral. This movie has nothing to contribute to the discussion, only that these things exist. Fuck this movie turning the millennial/Gen-Z need for that social validation into a crutch to excuse toxicity and hostile actions. At some point, people can’t just go “welp, mental health!” and get a free pass. Validation from social media is the modern emperor’s new clothes. You don’t get sympathy for not finding what you need in an empty cabinet, but this movie seems to think building a movie around the concept is a magic wand that can justify anything. Even criminal assault with a deadly weapon. Or murder. Fuck this movie’s simplistic, moronic, patronizing “bullies deserve what they get” mentality. I’m not saying bullies shouldn’t be checked for their shit, but 99 times out of 100, a bully isn’t a soulless, malevolent sociopath; they’re damaged from something else and can only process their trauma by projecting it onto someone else. Not in Sissy! Bullies are bullies to the core. They’re not allowed to have depth, and they’re definitely not allowed to resent it if their victim goes too far in paying back the victimization. Like, say, stabbing them in the face with a garden trowel. Nope, she was a bully, she had it coming! Fuck this movie for making the bully right all along, but then making her suffer anyway, while the main character, Sissy, is just the worst in every way, and keeps getting all the breaks. But most of all, fuck this movie for trying to not only use these serious topics as fodder for the most warped and tactless insult to mental health issues, but tried to bundle it with gallows humor, like some kind of modern day Very Bad Things or Heathers. There is nothing funny about anything that happens in this movie. A mentally unstable lunatic kills a group of friends, and gets away with it, and PROFITS off it, and never once feels bad about any of it. I don’t mind a down ending. I don’t mind a sick and twisted ending. But when the movie spends the entire time also trying to wrap itself in a flag of concern for mental health and “gorsh we really do be living in a society” naval-gazing about the effects of social media, and it’s all just grist for a sick joke? No. Fuck off right into the sea with that. Fuck off with a six foot long, serrated corkscrew.