Essentially the film aims to trade in the awkwardness of teen sexuality, but too often settles for the gross-out gag instead.
Coppola’s fascination with the young and over-privileged reaches a logical plateau with The Bling Ring.
The film is a cartoonish spectacle that paints its characters as clumsy, desperate, Prince Charming-seeking bimbos.
When not indulging in nostalgic flipbook-style flashbacks, James Keach shoots his material with sub-sitcom flatness.
Jumper would be lame simply on the basis of its under-written characters and slack attitude toward the hero’s adventures.
As if Hollywood films needed any outside help to celebrate arrested narcissism, along comes The Last Kiss.