By Tara Judah
Two teenage boys, their faces partially obscured, revealing only their pimply, foul mouths, flick through a high school yearbook and make bullying and rapey remarks about their classmates. As a not too clear TV signal cuts in and out, we see that they have pornography on in the background. It’s a teenage boy’s bedroom, but there’s no mistaking that this is Locker Room Talk. The film, a beautifully rendered horrendous suburban story, is set in the 1990s but feels like Trump’s America incarnate.