This film is about Billie (Erin Margurite Carter). She’s a writer living alone in a mansion somewhere in the Southwestern US. She posts a photo on Instagram with a caption about hoping not to wake up the next day. Some might interpret that caption as a manifestation of a glib sense of humor, but others see it as a cry for help. People who saw that caption as the latter include her friends and family, some of whom deciding to fly in and help her out. This help includes buying actual groceries and cooking for her.

The film pairs the visuals of the group cooking and bonding with her with someone’s Spotify playlist, competently evincing millennial cool. Billie’s sister Karen (Emily Coutts) gets to bond with their common friends. But just because this takes place in a mansion does not mean that cabin fever will not set in. The film does have it moments where the characters devolve, stooping into low hanging fruit and telling each other their real harsh opinions. The main tension, of course, is between the sisters, as Billie accuses Karen of using the former’s tendencies to the big sister, swooping in and restoring their original and ageist dynamic.

Billie also accuses the house’s only male guest, Patrick, (Jade Hassoune) for coming because of Karen and not for her. There is also a subplot involving Billie’s friend Priya (Supinder Wraich), whose girlfriend River (Dayle MacLeod) brings mushrooms into the mansion. Those become Chekhov’s mushrooms that Billie starts to eat, reinforcing the stereotype of the self-destructive writer. Most of the guests take the mushrooms with her. This has a diverse cast, but I am still watching non-Indigenous people turn taking mushrooms into something spiritual. But I cannot take away from how the actors commit to their roles.