There is a particular flavour of modern dread reserved for the moment you realise the man you trusted has been running the same script on someone else. Don't Date Brandon takes that gut-drop and turns it into a methodical, often darkly funny, sometimes genuinely frightening piece of true crime.

The hook is simple: two women meet, compare notes, and discover the boyfriend they each thought they knew is a stranger to both of them. Their podcast becomes the spine of the film, and as more women come forward, the picture grows from a romantic con into something far harder to look away from.

What lifts it above the glut of online-dating exposés is the tone. The filmmakers resist the urge to sensationalise. The women are sharp, self-aware, and refuse to be reduced to victims—and Brandon, glimpsed in voice notes and screen-recorded chats, is allowed to indict himself.

By the final act you're less interested in what he did than in how easily the architecture of modern dating let him do it.

A smart, propulsive watch that will make you screenshot every first date you ever have again.