Despite its flaws, XOXO is admirable for its often misguided efforts to wrap its giddy, flailing arms around a very real cultural phenomenon and give it a big bro-hug. If we put this in disco movie terms, XOXO feels destined to be the goofy, spectacle-driven Xanadu to We Are Your Friends' melancholy, character-driven Saturday Night Fever. It's not extraordinary, but it exists as a quirky document of your average corporate-sponsored EDM hellscape. It's destined to be gawked at, mocked, and puzzled over by the hell-raising children of the future.
None of the characters in XOXO are going to change the world -- they are mostly irritating, shallow, and, in some cases, very smelly, because they were in a sewer -- but without them there would be no festival. The world needs people like them, just like it needs movies like Xanadu, and just like you need XOXO.