The Kiss of Death

that cut to the disco deserves all the points though.

This is not a relatable type of introversion to me. Trevor is fearless in asking girls out and careless in overstaying his welcome but can't perform when alone with them. When offered sex, he laughs. He constantly leaves his comfort zone but refuses to reap the benefits. I'm sympathetic to not knowing the words to say but not to giggling like an idiot and bringing embarrassment upon yourself. This is more an examination of mental disability than of genuine awkwardness. It's badly overscored too

I'm not sure whether this film is painfully honest or cloyingly artificial. Anyway, I found it interesting and enjoyable enough if also admittedly a tad slight.