I don’t normally rate or review album or concert documentaries because I hold them to a different standard than other films. They’re not usually about artistry in a cinematic sense, and that’s fine — they exist to document, to celebrate, to capture a moment. But this was special for me.

Right People, Wrong Place made me cry. Not just because I’m a BTS fan, but because it made me feel seen. It captured that deep exhaustion that comes from being hyper-aware of yourself and everyone around you. The constant balancing act of holding space for others while trying not to lose yourself in the process.

Watching Namjoon put all those complicated feelings together — fear, loneliness, frustration, hope — and transform them into something so honest and raw (the album, the music videos, the photos, and this documentary) felt cathartic. It reminded me that there is something sacred in creating, even when it comes from a place of hurt.