Is there anything more «coming of age» than finding out you’re the human permission slip standing between a gaggle of teenage drama queens and their long-dreamed summer cabin getaway? Meet our unlucky 19-year-old, a man quietly surviving in the eye of the adolescent storm. All he wants is a peaceful summer, but thanks to his twin sisters’ core friend group, who are equal parts faux-apologetic, entitled, and apparently chemically allergic to basic supervision, he’s been nominated, unanimously, by every parent in the zip code as the designated responsible adult.  

These aren’t just any teens. These are the type who treat their «supervisor» like a low-budget Uber driver with a side gig as an emotional punching bag. Is it any wonder our hero is refusing to throw himself into this Neverland meets Mean Girls experiment, armed only with a phone and a will to grow up?