Laurel Hansen has spent her whole life waiting for her first kiss to be magic. When it finally comes, magic isn't the word she'd choose. The kiss triggers a vision - a horrifying flash of the other person's death - and suddenly Laurel's romantic life is collateral damage in a nightmare she can't explain. Worse still, when she kisses her crush, she sees him doomed to die in a bizarre murder spree that seems to be targeting the people closest to her.
That's the engine that drives the film. Laurel can't un-see what she's seen, and she can't warn anyone without sounding insane. So she does the only thing a sensible horror heroine can do: she starts hunting the killer herself, piecing together deaths she was never meant to witness. Okumura keeps the mystery machinery tight, doling out suspects and red herrings at a steady clip while the bodies pile up around a friend group that includes Poppy Yang, Evan Geller, Tyler McKinney, and Bree Williams. The premise could easily have been a one-joke gimmick; instead, the screenplay treats it as a tragedy, asking what it costs a young woman to be the only person who knows how everyone she loves dies.





























