I'm not a fan of movies that include lotsa computer screens, e.g., watching teenage girls click through Facebook and choose/curate their Spotify playlists. And so, when this was the opening sequence, I groaned and thought, "What have I gotten myself into, again?"
Alas, the sequence is over in a jiff, and poof—we're into a pretty dang authentic set-up and scenario which, if it's not happening already, will. Nerve creates a very realistic world, one that I'm sure occurs somewhere, somehow, with someone. In Southeast Asia, perhaps. Or Los Angeles.
As you might imagine, it's a gateway drug sorta movie: lots of little dares here and there that, inevitably, get folks into all manner of trouble. (Myself included, as I began to wonder whether I'd stayed too long, and would eventually regret attending in the first place.)
In time, however, designs become clear, and I enjoyed the message of the movie, which I shall save, lest I become a spoiler. "Stitches for snitches," as they say.
Anyhoo, if you don't mind movies involving teenagers running around doing countless stupid things, well, I suppose you may enjoy 70-80% of what Nerve is throwing down.
If, however, such things bore you, or annoy you, or irritate you unduly, I suggest you pass, HARD, or you'll be that grumpy grandpa in the corner who groans and bemoans "kids these days."
Do I recommend the movie? As a teen might waffly say, "So, like, I kinda guess so, maybe."
Your move, player.
