Mini-Review: I don't like to say films are pretentious, but if this film was a guy at a party he would be playing emo songs on acoustic guitar in a stocking cap/tank top/frayed jeans/sandals ensemble and my friends and I would be calling him a douche bag.

Mini-Review: When I was a teenager a group of friends and I rented this film from our local Blockbuster with my card. I accidentally left it at the friend's house but she said she'd return it. She never did and I had to pay the max fee (where they just assume you are buying it). I only mention it because it probably has an effect on my rating of this film. Not that I would have given it a much better score, but it can't help that every time it's brought up I grow enraged by the thought of that damn late fee.