The day I graduated high school, I jolted awake at 6 in the morning. Makes sense, right? Pre-graduation jitters, a landmark in my life, et cetera, et cetera. No, I jolted awake feeling sorry that I postponed listening to Charli xcx’s freshly released Brat to the morning. My headphones were on before I even properly rubbed my eyes.
Fast forward a year and a half to January 2026, and I am maniacally checking movie showtimes for The Moment on any off chance I get, trying to find anywhere remotely nearby I can see the limited-release Brat mockumentary. I finally find a showing an hour and a half away at the Pittsburgh-area AMC Waterfront, and I promptly assemble a crew to drive three hours round-trip for a 103-minute movie. Later that week, I struck up a conversation about weekend cool-down plans, with one plan being a showing of The Moment at AMC Morgantown. I could have just waited a week. Like my sense of urgency for all things Charli xcx, some things never change.