Warning: there is some very graphic violence in this. I wasn't expecting it, but now you will. Fresh Hell is some sort of deconstruction of millennial life during "lockdown". The entire script works very hard to make sure you understand that these characters are millennials who are going through typical millennial struggles, just like you and I. They are relatable, you see. They all have one of the seven established millennial personality types - "underemployed", "horny", "gay/depressed", "black", "fascist sympathizer", "woke", and "feels old". You have to be at least one of these if you are a millennial. I myself am a combination of several, so it's great to have that representation in media. After each character is introduced, we transition to a decent second act that uses COVID to ask questions about how we know what we know. If we rely on our computers as windows to the world, how can we tell between facts and disinformation? Can we trust what we see? What are we even seeing? It's the same questions that epistemology has been tackling since before a single human language was written down, but this moment in history is uniquely suited to manipulation of the news, media, even the mind. [spoiler] Unfortunately, the film doesn't do much with this. Instead, all pretenses are abandoned rather abruptly and we are subjected to one of the most boring third acts since that babbling architect in The Matrix: Revolutions. As tritely as it started, it ends. More of a whisper than a bang, the story concludes but only just so. Erratic presentation and talking about money gives the impression of something being said without actually addressing the reality of being a millennial, which I had assumed was the core theme of the film. In the end, I feel talked _about_ rather than talked _to_. [/spoiler] It's horror, but not scary. It's comedy, but not funny. It's a movie, but not fun to watch. Perhaps it could survive as an artifact of our difficult times, but I'm not eager to get anyone watching it right now.