Part of Araki's The Living End trilogy, exploring the (a)morals of
adolescent America. This is the pointless murder and road trip one,
possibly a sign of the Natural Born Killer times it was made in. Not as
shocking as Araki's deliciously dark adventures into gay sex, it
certainly beats Kalifornia if you're looking for a killing good time in
the company of some twenty-something totty with potty mouths not
always connected to their brains (but often connected to someone
else's mouth). Should convenience store clerks strike for better
representation in movies? Or at least a chance at surviving the first
reel?
