‘Ingrid Goes West’: How Mental Illness Shouldn’t be Represented

Rating: 2/4

Sometimes social media is like a mental disease. We unconsciously inhabit a debilitating world we can’t escape, neglecting face-to-face interactions, self-esteem, food, and sometimes sleep. Director and Screenwriter Matt Spicer made Ingrid Goes West to examine social media’s affect on mental health. It’s a unique idea, which surprisingly hasn’t been used much by other screenwriters. Unfortunately, in Spicer’s case, it’s as harmful as the social media he claims to lampoon.


The film opens with Ingrid (Aubrey Plaza), using Instagram, habitually liking a mysterious woman’s wedding pictures with a behavioral tick that would make someone with OCD say, “Skip one.” We soon find out that the pictures she’s liking are happening in real time, as she’s parked outside the wedding. When the film is going well, we’re seeing the power of social media to live vicariously in real and web time. We’re remembering that sometimes the life on the screen is not always better than ours, and ours not worse than theirs. However, Spicer doesn’t stay on this course. Instead, he chooses to link Ingrid’s social media usage with the death of her mother.

Ingrid inherits money from her mom, deciding to move to Los Angeles to begin a “new” life by stealing someone else’s, in this case, Taylor Sloane (Elizabeth Olsen), an Instagram influencer. The first half of the film is replete with punchlines about stalking, along with habitual lying by Ingrid that would make Nixon laugh with envy. However, this is shaky ground by Spicer. Ingrid is mentally ill, and that’s not a joke. Yet, as the audience, we’re meant to laugh at a person who’s mother has died and clearly has mental issues. As an example, in I, Tonya, Tonya Harding has clear problems with self-esteem, but the film rarely glorifies. In fact, it’s open to saying that Harding needs help. Ingrid Goes West never extends to that. Instead, we’re meant to solely laugh as a mentally ill person crumbles in front of us. It’s not exactly the best place to mine for comedy gold, and quite frankly, it becomes stale very quickly.


To Spicer’s credit, as we discover that Taylor isn’t as perfect as her Instagram says she is, the narrative does shift. The film could have easily turned into a “don’t meet your heroes fest.” Instead, Spicer injects Dan Pinto (O’Shea Jackson Jr.), and gives Ingrid someone who cares about her (the real her). Jackson is a breath of fresh air in a drab film. He has some of the best punchlines, and his character’s Batman obsession is played to great effect. The dinner scene between him and Ingrid is the peak of the film, as both reveal the graffiti behind their veneers.

However, Spicer bulldozes that image away quicker than studios swerve diversity, and plugs in Nicky (Billy Magnussen), Taylor’s brother. Nicky is too easy of an enemy for Ingrid, and progresses little from the white privilege toxic bro we meet in the first minute. At this point, it feels like Spicer has run out of ideas as he creates unlikely scenario after unlikely scenario. When Ingrid buys the house next to Taylor’s, a house Taylor has wanted to buy for sometime, we’re expected to believe that Taylor doesn’t know that Ingrid has bought the house. The final confrontation between the two is forced, not to mention, that in all of this, domestic violence becomes a punchline and feeds into stereotypes of women lying about said violence.


While Olsen and Plaza nail their roles, they’re undone by a shortsighted and harmful script. Honestly, if I didn’t have to watch this film for the Spirit Awards, I most likely would have turned it off at the one hour mark. Instead, I, and the rest of the audience are waiting around for Spicer to stop making mental illness jokes long enough to actually say something about mental illness or social media. Spicer never gets at the heart of why we “need” social media. His observations are surface level, with the Titanic waiting below to be discovered. In fact, even when he does get serious about mental illness, he feeds the toxic cycle of glorifying suicide attempts (betraying a character in the process).

Between the montage shots of Instagram filters, food, knickknacks, and meaningless objects, the film that’s trying to say something about them is as vacuous as the social media experience. The people examined by the film are as paper thin as the pixels that make the images on their phones, and have as much depth as an evaporated gully. Spicer could have taken a journey in any direction; instead, Ingrid is the only one who goes west.

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