I can’t say I am particularly a fan of Charli XCX - I do remember enjoying the song Nuclear Seasons back in first year of uni and later being aware of her PC Music collaborations, but beyond that, not much to go on. But a documentary about someone responding to the early pandemic lockdown by hunkering down and trying to write and record an album? This is highly relatable material. But there’s a lot of other stuff that I’m conflicted about. I really, really hate to put down earnestness, because that’s something I try to avoid, but the “isn’t it inspiring how the fanbase is made up of all these people who don’t feel, like, seen, but have found their place here?” nonsense is often cringe-inducing. I think it’s somewhat dangerous to conflate your identity with your love of an artistic entity, and the combination of the parasocial relationship and the increasingly insular community of people who share it is going to end badly. The non-that stuff, though, excellent. It was a weird time. You can see how the idea of this well-bounded creative project is both invigorating and debilitating for Aitchison, and how that initial burst of “all this time is going to be great” does not translate to inspiration or motivation.