The 4 very young 20-year-old guys featured in this documentary attempt to portray themselves as spiritual seekers, but come across as glib and smug about their own version of Christianity. I do not think it's done with malice but tremendous naiveté. I watched the entire film anticipating a ripening of young souls that sadly never arrived.
The Rasta poet was the most heartening moment of the film. Especially cringe-worthy was the Philadelphia segment where one guy is annoyed by the number of Asian tourists visiting the Liberty Bell so mocks a Chinese accent. Really?
I do appreciate their willingness to be honest and wish them well.