This psychological drama delivers a serious, sometimes repetitive conversation about the ripple effects of the extreme violence that passes for entertainment. Is there a moral debt for the creators of dehumanizing on-screen portrayals? And what happens when that debt comes due?
Playwright Charles Evered (with two other writers) has fashioned a sometimes relevant movie that asks: Is there such a thing as responsibility in art? Bigger questions swirl around the core drama that riffs on violence in art and entertainment.
Sadly, movie title, poster and home video box art are deceptive and imply the sub-genre of violence porn that the film actually attempts to rail against! This is a very static and talky film.
Is there actually a negative influence on a healthy person after experiencing violent art, movies or video games? Is it a healthy release or something else entirely?
Only for these unexpected issues -- and questions -- raised in this micro-budgeted film, do I give it two stars.
It's hard not to be reminded of the superior "Hard Candy" when watching this derivative film. And then there's the wasted talent -- like David Naughton as an extra!
[This movie would make an interesting one act, single set, stage version. Especially for a high school drama dept. It might be fun to change the sex of one -- or both -- of the leads.]