The Chumscrubber

I suppose it’s theoretically possible to interest me in a film about the problems of rich, spoiled, BMW-driving, pill-popping teenage sociopaths studying to be psychopaths—sort of like we used to move from being juniors to being seniors—and the empty, self-absorbed, egomaniacal suburban professionals who may or may not have molded them but certainly didn’t hinder their psychoses in any way … but this ain’t it. High school was hell, is hell, and probably always will be hell, but now it’s hell with video games written by psychotics. Get over it. Try Heathers if you want to see the same thing with some wit, at least until the cop-out last ten minutes.