Steinfeld’s sharp, zealous overall performance-which stands out in a area total of equally sharp, zealous performances thanks to the uncooked joy with which she methods even the deepest pits of Emily’s imagined private inferno-makes this hope completely multi-dimensional. It is the hope that can give Death (Wiz Khalifa), himself, hope the hope of springtime bouquets blooming, dying, rotting, then blooming once again.