American Sweatshop

American Sweatshop follows Daisy Moriarty (Lili Reinhart), a content moderator at Paladin tasked with watching flagged videos and deciding what stays online. Violence, abuse, hate, it is endless, and she must endure at least 20 seconds of every clip. The job comes with “comfort rooms” and pep talks, but breakdowns are routine and therapy feels like a box ticking exercise.

The story shifts when Daisy sees a clip that feels too real: a woman screaming in possible danger. Convinced it is not staged, she launches her own investigation. What begins as scrolling at her desk spirals into late-night sleuthing, confrontations and risky choices that strain her already fragile life. The film blurs whether she is chasing justice or losing her grip.

The strongest moments come from Reinhart’s performance, her exhaustion flickering between bitter humour and hollow stares. The film captures the toxic mechanics of moderation, the ambiguity of policy, the desensitisation, the constant threat of collapse, yet it pulls back from the deepest consequences. Instead of descending fully into the darkness, it mixes mystery, satire and noir flourishes. That keeps it watchable but leaves you wishing it had dug further.

If you liked…

Severance, The Conversation, Black Mirror

As Lili Reinhart, portraying Daisy in *American Sweatshop*, I found the role both haunting and exhilarating. Daisy’s job as a content moderator dragged her into a psychological abyss, mirroring the real toll of sifting through digital darkness. Her obsession with a violent video pushed her to dark places—both mentally and physically—as she chased justice. The film’s climax felt like a beacon of hope, suggesting Daisy might find peace. Yet, the ambiguous ending hints she’s slipped into an even bleaker abyss, leaving me chilled. This raw, gripping story showcases the unseen scars of our online world. A must-watch!