doomscrolling

The scouts

A three-minute howl at the void that treats doomscrolling not as lifestyle complaint but as genuine ontological horror—the kind of formally fearless satire that makes most festival programmers deeply uncomfortable, which is exactly why it works.

Mac's formal restraint in rendering the surreal creates a precise lineage with experimental video art and found-footage traditions; the editing rhythm itself becomes the subject, a calculated rejection of the frenetic pacing one might expect from the premise.

The decision to let the audio deteriorate in sync with the visual collapse—a single sound design choice—transforms what could've been a gimmick into something genuinely disorienting; it's the kind of constraint-driven choice that announces a filmmaker thinking in layers.

Reviews

Doomscrolling highlights—and pokes fun at—the endless cycle of fake news, infotainment, global chaos, and our obsession with everyone else's lives. In short, it's a quick shot in the arm that'll leave you feeling personally attacked.