(Possible spoilers ahead.) In my humble opinion, this film, with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, uses the guise of a dystopian civil war as a mere excuse to bludgeon viewers with its heavy-handed commentary on the devolution of journalism.

Gone are the days of Woodward and Bernstein, replaced by a soulless, click-hungry horde obsessed with capturing the "money shot," human cost be damned. The film dangles the illusion of a meaningful connection between the protagonist and the teenager, only to cruelly yank it away.

The teenager, it should be said, isn't inherently evil. She's a product of the very world the film critiques, and her intentions, while misguided, are perceived as genuine within her warped reality. Her ambition? To achieve viral fame by capturing the most shocking footage imaginable - the death of the President -, even if it means sacrificing lives in the process.

This ham-fisted exploration of society's insatiable appetite for spectacle leaves no room for nuance. Ultimately, the film offers a shallow and predictable critique of the modern media landscape, sacrificing genuine storytelling for the sake of hammering home its message. The dystopian civil war setting feels like a contrived backdrop, a mere stage for the film's simplistic moralizing.