Euphoria (Neon, SoHo2)
Do you ever imagine what the life of a teenager must be like in 2019 and start seething with an insane and uncontrollable jealousy?
They get to be online 24/7, instead of having to carefully ration out their parents' 40-hour-a-month Xtra dial-up plan. They have basically every piece of recorded music in history – and quite a lot of movies and TV shows – at their fingertips. They will never know the labour of trawling the shelves at United Video and scouring the $5 bins at Real Groovy every weekend.
The hours they save not having to go through that whole rigmarole seem to instead be spent becoming extremely socially aware, going to the gym and developing a sense of personal style that leaves me and my France 98 football top I wore every day of 7th form in the dust. Honestly, kids these days. They have no idea how good they've got it.
Counter-argument: HBO's new edgy teen drama series Euphoria, a neon-lit smorgasbord of angst, anxiety disorders, drug addiction, body dysmorphia, rape culture, porn culture, dating apps and leaked nudes that makes the modern teen experience seem like the absolute pits of hell.