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Girls might indeed have reason to oppose boys if all of them were as flaccid as this film. It's a barely written story of two young women (Danielle Panabaker and Nicole LaLiberte) who, after one of them is raped, begin killing any man who looks at them crossways. Sensing perhaps the deficiencies in his own script, Austin Chick directs as though he can tease significance from a scene if he just keeps the camera rolling long enough -- nearly convincing us during one interminable following seqence that Ms. Panabaker's blonde hair must somehow provide a major plot point later in the film. (It doesn't.) This movie has no plot points, just one killing after another, each one just as dull as Panabaker's affectless performance. But if that's the point -- the degree to which we have all become desensitized to violence -- its only confirmation is in the fact that this film's assault on our senses is more likely to induce ennui than vigorous defense.
Girls might indeed have reason to oppose boys if all of them were as flaccid as this film. It's a barely written story of two young women (Danielle Panabaker and Nicole LaLiberte) who, after one of them is raped, begin killing any man who looks at them crossways. Sensing perhaps the deficiencies in his own script, Austin Chick directs as though he can tease significance from a scene if he just keeps the camera rolling long enough -- nearly convincing us during one interminable following seqence that Ms. Panabaker's blonde hair must somehow provide a major plot point later in the film. (It doesn't.) This movie has no plot points, just one killing after another, each one just as dull as Panabaker's affectless performance. But if that's the point -- the degree to which we have all become desensitized to violence -- its only confirmation is in the fact that this film's assault on our senses is more likely to induce ennui than vigorous defense.