“My life, who could pretend there wasn’t a big fucking hole in it?” Cass Neary is in her 40s, broke, and mostly lost. Decades ago she dropped out of college in favor of the drugs and booze of the punk scene on the lower east side, and a brief claim to fame as a photographer. Decades later, still drunk and high, an old friend offers to hook her up with the photographer whose work most influenced her. It’s a chance for a paycheck, and maybe a shot at feeling whole again. But Neary’s knack is for noticing—and capturing—damage, and where she goes, there’s inevitably a lot of damage to go around. Generation Loss manages to be a suspensefull thriller, a study of the punk scene and it’s aftereffects, and a meditation on the meaning of photography—all through the lens of a broken woman who manages to see better than most. I loved every minute of it.