A savage and cynical satire that's full
of colorful off -
color status quo commentary, this joyfully fucked up little film also doubles as a paeon to slasher movies and teen exploitation fare (
fans of Michael Lehmann's 1988 cult classic, Heathers take
particular note, please).
Its design tries to have something for everyone — a chunky steel clasp and exposed screws for
fans of oversized men's watches, yet also Rose Gold and Oatmeal Beige
colors for a feminine audience — and ends up pleasing no one in
particular.