I enjoy watching "Moment of Truth" movies not for their aesthetic value or dramatic, moralizing tone... but because of the trashy, bizarrely acted sensationalism. I'm a bit of a lifetime movie aficionado. I'm drawn in by the portrayal of such strangely clichéd scenarios centered around some sort of tragedy or taboo. And the dialog is just, well, the way girls dramatize with their barbie dolls.
This movie focuses on a whiney teen who has killed a friend by driving drunk. She boohoos about not being able to attend graduation while continuing to drink her endless supply of plastic bottled vodka. The actress playing the teen looks about 26, as is common in these films.
The film also features a "lifetime cliché" - the teenage party. The ones depicted in this film are particularly lame and unrealistic... watching the party extras "do their thing" in the background of the dramatic dialog is amusing in itself. It's quite apparent when the writers / set dressers / and directors have never actually attended a teenage party in their lifetimes.
This is the sort of film that I'd really enjoy laughing at back in the day during high school health class. Yes, the subject matter is stinging and potentially thought-provoking, but the production values of these films are generally too cheestastic for those qualities to emerge.
All in all, the punching your own face in the mirror while screaming "I hate you" scene pretty much sums up the subtle, sensitive depiction of tragedy you're apt to find in the "moment of truth" movies.
This movie focuses on a whiney teen who has killed a friend by driving drunk. She boohoos about not being able to attend graduation while continuing to drink her endless supply of plastic bottled vodka. The actress playing the teen looks about 26, as is common in these films.
The film also features a "lifetime cliché" - the teenage party. The ones depicted in this film are particularly lame and unrealistic... watching the party extras "do their thing" in the background of the dramatic dialog is amusing in itself. It's quite apparent when the writers / set dressers / and directors have never actually attended a teenage party in their lifetimes.
This is the sort of film that I'd really enjoy laughing at back in the day during high school health class. Yes, the subject matter is stinging and potentially thought-provoking, but the production values of these films are generally too cheestastic for those qualities to emerge.
All in all, the punching your own face in the mirror while screaming "I hate you" scene pretty much sums up the subtle, sensitive depiction of tragedy you're apt to find in the "moment of truth" movies.