The New York Egotist: Maybe You Don't Love Your iPhone, Or a Review of Tiffany Shlain's "Connected"
Even when you sneak off to the bathroom on a lunch date in order to check your email, you're craving that chemical release of dopamine or oxytocin, not the smooth touch of a glass and plastic handheld body (however sensually pleasing that may be). But that's just the beginning of the film. I won't give away the rest. Read more.