More painful than castration, less enjoyable than a root canal

Rating: 1/10 (4 December 2003)

Calling this movie and it's creators scumbags would be a disservice to bags filled with scum. Packed to the gills with teenie-bopers pushing a SOUNDTRACK (and nothing else), the actor's and actresses's (terms used loosly here) fan clubs, and some of the crappiest concepts known to man kind. Seriously, how can you make such an aweful film when you add such fantastic movie elements as speed freaks, goth chicks, whores, pot heads, and a music store all in to one? If you liked this one, please put the gun in your mouth now and rid us of your "unable to spot talent" ability - I don't care if you are 12.
And how about that soundtrack? Ooooo Evan Dando, Gin Blossoms, and the Flying Lizards! Talk about the soundtrack of everyone's life!! I got more talent in my penis than these bands have collectively. The only shred of worth in anything associated with this was that they were somehow able to put Dire Strait's "Romeo & Juliet" in there - and I guarentee Mark Knopfler had no idea about it. One can only hope so - or nothing is sacred anymore.