I had my first existential crisis at ten years old. Like so many other formerly gifted children — or, if you prefer, present-day underachievers — this early onset despair came about as the result of age-inappropriate media consumption. In my case, it was watching The Truman Show. I’m 20 now, on the precipice of adulthood and its labyrinth of choices. So, I re-watched this formative film.