Leah (Morgan Saylor) is a cute white college girl living with her roommate in New York City. She gets hit on all the time. She works for Kelly (Justin Bartha) and they have a fling. After meeting Blue (Brian Marc) on the subway, they have sex on the roof of her apartment. She suggests that he can get a better price for his drugs at Kelly's party. Blue gets arrested while trying to make a buy. She needs money to hire defense lawyer George (Chris Noth).

It's not surprising that no good would come out of this movie. In fact, a happy ending would have been a great surprising twist. This reminds me a bit of Kids. It has some of the grimy street level energy although the Hollywood stars bring one back to fiction. The story does stray into standard melodrama with her obsessive love but it always injects her raw uncontrolled sexuality. It does play with the edge of the envelop until it stops noticing where the edge is. The most surprising aspect is Bartha playing a douche in this indie. I've never seen him in anything with an edge. This may work better with another actor. The most memorable ends up as the final scene. It's jarring to see her as a college student for the first time.

I did not mean this to mean "White all the time" - but rather Wild all the time! And this may remind you of the "Patt" by Eddie Murphy. In this case it also could be Satt - which would stand for intercourse. Because this white girl right here, is riding high - multiple puns intended.

But while that may sound like a fun ride ... and it could be described as this at the beginning ... there is a lot of hardships ... and a lot of trauma and hurt! So while this may excite some viewers in certain scenes, I would not call this entertainment - not even close to.

This is about a young girl losing her grip and touch with reality and life itself ... even if at moments she may think she lives it to the fullest ... a drama, that you may find annoying and the main character obnoxious ... but maybe you can see the troubled individual and feel for her and the bad decisions she is making ... and some others are making for her too ...

This movie will make any parent wary of sending their kids away to college in a big city. This trash fest about two bimbos who move into an apartment in a scuzzy Brooklyn neighborhood, is exploitative as well as racist and poorly made. Leah and lesbian(?) roommate (who proves her Liberal "edginess by displaying unshaven armpits) meet up with and invite into their home, the local Puerto Rican guys who deal coke on the corner. Leah "falls in love" with Blue (nicknamed that because he is supposedly always sad) after letting him screw her in the alley after knowing him for 30 minutes. Between all the scenes of dry humping and jiggling exposed breasts and fake penises, a predictable scenario begins to form, when Blue gets arrested directly after buying $7,000 worth of cocaine on credit, from the neighborhood psycho, who likes to gouge people's eyes out if they don't pay their debts. This cheap movie has "amateur production" written all over it. Female director Elizabeth Wood seems to know that the material is stale, as she feels the need to inject a scene of depraved, over the top humping, nudity and unrealistic drug use every 4 minutes. Actress Morgan Sayler must be desperate for fame, as she seems to have no problem with performing oral sex on screen, and whether or not those penises are real or rubber, she still looks like a fool sucking men off on camera. The New York depicted in this movie is hysterically inaccurate, and seems to come from the imagination of what someone from Kansas might imagine New York to be. Ridiculously over the top "sex parties," with obnoxious hipsters balling, getting naked and getting sucked off on the dance floor while simultaneously shoveling tons of coke up their noses in sweaty, trendy night clubs, a scene that has NEVER existed, even in the hedonistic 70's, and certainly not in today's timid, PC climate of coffee houses and online dating apps. Miss Wood should have researched her topic more thoroughly, as nobody could snort as much coke as Leah did, without ending up in a coma. The saddest thing about this cinematic miscarriage, is that it perpetuates stereotypes of spoiled, privileged white kids and Latino youth being drug dealing street trash. The white people in this movie absolutely deserve to be ripped off and used and exploited by the locals, simply because they are treating the situation like some kind of joke, and have no respect for the fact that urban youth have to resort to crime to get what these spoiled college kids get handed by their parents. Most people who watch this movie are going to want to take a bath after seeing this piece of trash. You will never see a bigger collection of disgusting people in one movie; everyone in this thing is a piece of human garbage. Sadly this is just an example of what "Indie Film" has become, no longer movies made by talented and passionate film makers. Now the scene is populated by children of rich parents who whine that they "wanna make a movie," and this one is proof. Director Elizabeth Wood has no vision, no talent, and no business being behind a camera. And it is sad, because there are so many truly talented young people, who won't have the opportunity to realize their dreams, because the market is flooded by these overprivileged children of money families..Worth a look only for shock value, or to be reminded how good films used to be..