Irwin Allen’s crowning achievement, and a shrine to all the bullshit behind Hollywood’s blockbuster franchises.
The film’s glass-spangled erection burns with an uncontrollable lust for spectacle.
Michael Haussman’s over-directed conspiracy thriller recalls a bad episode of The X-Files.
Rules of Attraction is less a film than a queasy collection of vignettes that both mourn and mock teen anomie.