Selfie

The scouts

The premise is boilerplate digital-age anxiety, and it never commits hard enough to the genuinely weird idea buried underneath—that your persona is its own entity, untethered from you. Instead it settles for competent thriller mechanics, which is exactly the kind of sensible choice that makes most films forgettable.

Poliquin works within the emerging lineage of social-media horror with formal precision, though the film treads familiar ground already well-explored by peers; the editing and sound design locate tension reliably, but lack the originality that would distinguish it within that tradition.

The film hinges entirely on one choice—casting a genuine unfamiliarity into the antagonist role rather than making her a grotesque or monstrous reflection—which transforms what could've been a gimmick into something genuinely unsettling and real.