What would a psychiatrist prescribe to director Antonio Campos for framing the world like Gus Van Sant and wagging his finger at us like Michael Haneke? At a posh boarding school within driving distance of the Upper West and East sides of Manhattan, Campos attempts to explore how a teenage boy's multimedia absorption comes to a head when he accidentally films twin girls overdosing on a mix of narcotics and rat poison, doing ostensibly nothing to save them. The film begins promisingly with a montage of viral video upchuck—adorable newborn giggling up a storm, cat playing piano, Saddam Hussein getting noosed, girl being choked by a fucktard videographer over at nastycumholes.com—that expresses the varying degrees of "pornography" many of us happily gorge on daily. It's enough to make a virginal post-racial dude go on a killing spree. But this ain't Elephant, even if it looks like one.  Ed Gonzalez