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I kept waiting for this movie to redeem itself from being one fixed
stereotype on pot users and it never did. All I can figure is that
Araki got busted and this was his stab at community service. I love his
other works, so I was extremely disappointed.
In his teen angst movies, stupid characters equaled naiveté' and innocence; in this one stupid just equals stupid. James Duval's characters experienced the world in a kind of haze in Araki's earlier works and it worked. But on watching the cartoon mugging of Anna Faris, it loses all its charm.
Come on, Gregg -- let's see the old fire. Give us some bisexuals in bizarre situations, thwarted threesomes, acid-tinged road movies. That's what I love in a Gregg Araki film -- not a long-format Saturday Night Live sketch about a one-joke pothead.
If you like longing glances into the misty distance, unmotivated yet
psychotic incest, and daft police work, you'll love this waste of time
The casting director clearly liked a specific "look" of female. As a result, I spent the first half of the movie just trying to keep the female characters straight. Beautiful women are not enough to save this flimsiest of scripts, however.
I feel cheated. I could've been playing solitaire. It would've been equally fulfilling. Clearly, I do not recommend this movie. I was hoping for so much more from a largely watchable cast.