Don't be afraid to just be OK
I'm not going to lie: XOXO is not what I would call a "good" movie. If you're looking for a thoughtful examination of the loneliness inherent in the life of a touring dance music DJ, check out Mia Hansen-Løve's French film Eden. If you're curious about the backstage mechanics of modern stadium EDM, watch I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, Netflix's surprisingly poignant new documentary about hipster-tastemaker-turned-cake-throwing-millionaire Steve Aoki. If you love electronic dance music, go to a club, listen to a record, or buy your own beat-making software.
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.