Absolutely one of the worst films I've ever had the displeasure of paying for. So you've got a Friday night, nothing to do, you and your friends want to find something cheesy to watch and make fun of. It's sad when you look at a cover of a film and the biggest star is a woman who has made her career out of the Paparazzi and sex. Not to mention someone else was off MTV's Undressed, I believe? Pathetic. We had to rent it. But it was a lesson learned. No acting capability what so ever. How dare they compare any of this film to Clockwork Orange. It's not like any art student will be even looking at the back of this film. (Well, I did, for kicks). The gun shots are Power-pointed in. The brutality is just ridiculous. No one can act. I swear. Even the tears by one of the characters at the end look like inhaling a fowl odor. The music, well, was decent in some parts. Sounded a little Portishead, but that doesn't excuse the horrible violin plucks that serve no meaning for half of the film. Paris. Enough said. The story after 30 minutes you feel as though you've been in for an hour. We cried and laughed our way through. The worst is the freeze frame segment where they introduce our soulless characters by printing their names on the screen in bad font. Bad scene transitions. Bad dialogue (what's with the tampon/period jokes?). I'm sorry but this is just so bad, I had to watch Tori Amos, "Sleeps with Butterflies," video to get it out of my head and mouth.
