This movie was HORRIBLE. It limped along on crutches. Crutches known as “constant, out-of-context, unnecessary references to what is supposedly hip so that everyone involved in the movie, particularly the screenwriters, can feel “hip” and “indie”.”

It wasn’t original. It wasn’t edgy. It was macaroni collage. It was hopelessly manneristic chopped liver.

I don’t know how the actors did so well with the dialogue they had to work with. But I feel sorry for them, nonetheless.