It's a clever idea, this one. A lot of people document every bit of their lives online, so of course it should be possible to recreate a life from it. It even points out that photos lacking context and with added filters are not a reliable life map.
I didn't like Mia much. I can excuse a certain amount of her behaviour as head injury induced, but even without that she was pushy, lied, and helped herself to other people's belongings just because.
I didn't think much of the instalove, either, but then I never do. At least Max was a nice guy. Almost too nice for Mia, really. JP was nice too, but a bit self absorbed. At least he tried to make amends. And I liked the clever hint to Mia's identity early on.
All in all, not awful, but not great. Be aware there are a couple of quite explicit moments, and a visit to a strip club.
Mia might look like a Millennial but she was born yesterday. Emerging from a coma with short-term amnesia after an accident, Mia can't remember her own name until the Siri assistant on her iPhone provides it. Based on her cool hairstyle (undercut with glamorous waves), dress (Prada), and signature lipstick (Chanel), she senses she's wealthy, but the only way to know for sure is to retrace her steps once she leaves the hospital. Using Instagram and Uber, she arrives at the pink duplex she calls home in posts but finds Max, a cute, off-duty postdoc supplementing his income with a house-sitting gig. He tells her the house belongs to JP, a billionaire with a chocolate empire. A few texts later, JP confirms her wildest dreams: they're in love, Mia is living the good life, and he'll be back that weekend.
But as Mia and Max work backward through her Instagram and across Los Angeles to learn more about her, they discover a surprising truth behind her perfect Instagram feed, and evidence that her head wound was no accident. Who was Mia before she woke up in that hospital? And is it too late for her to rewrite her story?
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