The general trajectory is from gritty to glitzy, from punk assemblages, such as cabinets filled with pills and cigarette butts, to art that looks like bespoke luxury goods.
This story was so raw and unique, I could only think to do it with the inimitable Lynne Ramsay, who weaved her mastery in this with raw emotion, complexity, and all-out punk rock.
Losing at Wimbledon was a big deal, because winning Wimbledon is everything, obviously, except winning that Dartmouth master punk title sophomore summer, it is.