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Police are more caustically dismissive of a complaint that seems possibly delusional, and definitely somewhat self-incriminating.
But the combination of a sex-worker milieu, suspense mechanics and speed-of-the-internet pace should appeal to genre fans looking for something different — but not different — from the norm.
In fact, she barely seems to That pursuit is illustrated in terms that aren’t particularly scary, but have a frenetic drive amped up by all major visual contributors: notably Katelin Arizmendi’s busy lensing, Daniel Garber’s attention-deficit editing, Gates Bradley’s graphics animation, and Elena Lee Gold’s “custom emojis.” They create a colorful, claustrophobic world of instant gratification (or frustration) in which whatever takes place online barely has any relevance, let alone “reality.” (Even when she’s not performing, Alice is constantly glued to one screen or another.) Where this digital labyrinth ultimately leads us, and our heroine, is something of a letdown: The fadeout suggests resolution without ever clarifying just what the hell was responsible for Alice’s ordeal.
Of course, it’s acceptable among many paranoid thrillers to leave the source of the paranoia murky.
Yet she’s frustrated in not being able to crack the “Freelivegirls” website’s top ranks, reluctantly agreeing to a dual show with a friendly colleague (Flora Diaz) at a sort of webcam bordello to push her ratings higher.
Then something inexplicable occurs: Alice can’t access her own channel anymore, yet “Lola” continues to perform on it.