In the midst of writer-director Jane Schoenbrun’s We’re All Going to the World’s Fair it becomes easy to forget we’re watching a film, not a swirl of the next recommended YouTube clips. An arrow fills up the blank screen, indicating that another video is on the way, as the audience waits to sit through the ASMR lull, or a visceral reaction to something, or just a vlogger walking through a local cemetery, most of which are played without interruption. The narrative gets lost and reshuffled, the commentary resting on the projector that loops constant videos until a character can fall asleep. I sat and waited for the next video, not anxious in anticipation, but transported to times in which the platform can wash over you, a sinkhole that can be difficult to escape.