This movie is the director's ultimate fantasy. Through the brat girl, she projects not only her puerile attempt of rebelling against goodness on account of her own problems, but also her biggest one: her overwhelming and shameless oedipal desires toward her own father, in the image of the man, who, by the way, happens to be alone, sensitive, compassionate despite her millennial tantrums. The perfect ending to the fantasy (after she lies naked next to the dead "father", romanticizing thus consumation of the act), is that they won't have to live a real life together and he leaves all to her. Predictable,
Review of Nothing Personal
