It’s more straightforward than that — a shifting, formless story about being in the headspace of a precocious 16-year-old girl in her first year of college. She’s adapting to her new setting, and to her first year thinking about power, her first year thinking about sex, and uh, yeah, her first year craving raw flesh. The most interesting scenes in the movie aren’t when Justine is slurping up blood or knocking back raw chicken in the glow of her dorm-room mini-fridge. (Though that shot is great.) They’re the relatable responsee she has to this nightmare taking over her body.