The problem of this film can be summed up in one question: Why should we care? Why should we care about Dark and co.? Why should we care about their problems? Why should we care about the sex and violence they encounter? Are we supposed to relate to this? The film doesn't give us a reason to care. And while the point of the film MAY have been just this -- to show a bunch of alienated kids without a reason to care about the world -- the directors forgot that they had to give the audience a reason to care about the message they're trying to give. Rational thought eludes every scene in this movie. Oh yes, there's a lot of clever symbolism and allusions, but they're like little islands in a sea of garbage. The movie just tries too hard to shock the audience a la Andy Warhol and it simply falls flat without ever accomplishing anything.
The acting is awful. The characters are supposed to be exaggerated but all we see are actors TRYING to play exaggerated characters. And James Duval's sopoforic doesn't look like it's on purpose, either. The guy just cannot act. A future Keanu Reeves, I'm sure. The only interesting performance was that of John Ritter. His character was about the only good thing in this movie that actually made sense from an artistic perspective. That and the color imagery & the music found throughout the movie. Although, the use of Stacy Q's "Two of Hearts" is odd. I thought this movie was about teens in the 90's, not the 80's. But other than that, the music did accompany the scenes appropriately...something to be appreciated in an otherwise dismal film.