On the anniversary of her death, a ghost crashes a chat room and permanently deletes the friends that drove her to suicide. Why leave home to stare at someone else’s MacBook for 85 minutes? Because director Levan Gabriadze embraces the gimmick – in the aeons-ago played-out found-footage-in-real-time tradition of Blair Witch — and in doing so proves that any narrative, even one that involves barely more than a Brady Bunch credits-grid of characters Skyping, can be made watchable. At least, for the majority of its running time. With all of the minimized windows to play on, why then is the majority of the action set center frame? Digital artifacts, an ever-present part of Gabriadze’s visual scheme, are never called upon for much more than momentary stylistic derivation. Only when taking itself too seriously by overworking obvious messages — there’s danger in cyberspace, bullying is bad, etc. — does the film go into sleep mode. That said, I was never bored and the vision of a kid giving himself a kitchen blender-manicure will take days to shake. (2015) — Scott Marks
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