This seems to be one of those movies L.A. actors like to do, possibly because they don't have to commute very far to the shoot during filming. Whatever the reason, the result is an ensemble cast that includes some really high quality actors (Ralph Fiennes, Glenn Close, William Fichtner, John Heard, Rita Wilson), essentially spinning their thespian wheels in a film that's not really bad, but just adds nothing new or redeeming to what was already a pretty shallow subgenre.
Yes, okay, the L.A. suburbs are full of vapid, narcissistic, and most importantly--or at least, most conspicuously--over-medicated tools so starved for genuine human interaction and so beaten down by the lack of it that they have no recourse but to swallow a handful of the pink ones and join the zombie masses themselves, thereby (ironically) perpetuating the cycle.
It's a great conceit, but for the love of Jeff, it's been done to death. Watch Rian Johnson's "Brick" from 2005 instead. Much more edifying, entertaining, and original.
Yes, okay, the L.A. suburbs are full of vapid, narcissistic, and most importantly--or at least, most conspicuously--over-medicated tools so starved for genuine human interaction and so beaten down by the lack of it that they have no recourse but to swallow a handful of the pink ones and join the zombie masses themselves, thereby (ironically) perpetuating the cycle.
It's a great conceit, but for the love of Jeff, it's been done to death. Watch Rian Johnson's "Brick" from 2005 instead. Much more edifying, entertaining, and original.