I Love Boosters

A delirious love letter to bad decisions and beautiful chaos, I LOVE BOOSTERS drops you into the fluorescent, fast-talking underbelly of petty crime—where stealing isn’t just survival, it’s performance art. The film follows a loose-knit crew of boosters—shoplifters with style, precision, and just enough recklessness to keep things teetering on the edge—drifting from score to score in a world that feels one step removed from reality.

What begins as a series of slick, low-stakes hustles slowly curdles into something more volatile, as loyalty fractures and the thrill starts to rot from the inside. There’s a jittery, DIY electricity running through every frame—cameras that feel like they’re chasing the action, dialogue that crackles and overlaps, nights that blur into mornings without warning.

But beneath the bravado and bravura, I LOVE BOOSTERS is haunted by something quieter: the ache of wanting more, and the slow realization that “more” might not exist. It’s scrappy, seductive, and just a little bit dangerous—a film that moves like it has nothing to lose.