River Brooks

River Brooks, honestly, what a wild card. In “Holland” (2025), she’s this whirlwind of energy, swaggering into scenes like she owns the place—even when she barely knows what’s going on. The movie sort of tosses you into her world, no hand-holding, just chaos and charm. River’s got this knack for getting herself tangled up in messes she probably should’ve seen coming, but nope, she barrels ahead with stubborn hope and that weird confidence only really stubborn people have. She’s chasing after something—maybe it’s love, or freedom, or just some half-baked idea of happiness in a city that seems to eat people alive. Amsterdam’s all neon and rain-slicked streets, and River is just… lost and found at the same time. She runs into strangers who feel like old friends and old friends who treat her like a stranger. The plot kinda dances between these messy relationships, broken promises, and tiny moments of hope that keep her from totally self-destructing. Honestly, it’s not really about solving some big mystery or winning. It’s more, can River figure herself out before the city swallows her whole? There’s laughter, there’s heartbreak, a couple of nights that get way outta hand, and this underlying feeling like, even when everything’s falling apart, maybe that’s exactly what she needs. Holland doesn’t care if you’re ready or not, and River sure as hell isn’t, but she’s gonna try anyway.