What an absolute mess. I'm sitting here reviewing it several days after watching it, and I think part of me wanted to give it some time before reviewing so I could let the rage die down a bit.
Argh. But now I'm remembering bits of it, and it's making my blood boil.
OK. First thing to say about this film is that the director is the worst. This film didn't know what the hell it was. Was it a character study of a boy growing up? Was it about the challenges of youth? Was it about bullying? Was it about coming to terms with sexuality? Was it a horror film? Was it about family drama? What the hell was it?! Oh, and alongside all this confusion, towards the end something absolutely terrible and inappropriate is thrown in (almost like an afterthought).
I found it insensitive, dull, stupid, and moronic.
There are SOOOO many scenes that contribute absolutely nothing to the film. Camera movement that does fuck all, scenes that don't go anywhere, represent nothing, and are just a plain waste of time. This is the kind of film where the director has essentially tried to trick the audience into getting some idea he knows what he's doing. I guarantee you he had no fucking idea. Art house films are supposed to DO something. They're not just supposed to be slow, dull and boring so that people think they're meaningful. Put some fucking meaning into the film – that'd be a goddam start.
I hated all the characters too, apart from the sister.
Fuck this film. 2/10
