But it did hold my attention, surprisingly. I'm not too sure why. Seeing the aimless Floridian pothead youths that reminded me of my more innocent days? Seeing what's become of Leo Fitzpatrick (aka 'Telly the Virgin Surgeon' from Kids)? Knowing that it was based on a true story? I don't know. No character is terribly likeable in this film, particularly the round-faced, to'- eyebrowed, and knocked up Lisa (Rachel Miner, ex-Mrs. Macaulay Culkin), who seems to be the driving force behind this murder, and yet is the least willing to dirty her hands.
There was a goofy, somewhat pathetic innocence about Michael Pitt's character that I could appreciate, as well as dumpy cousin Derek, and even Bijou Phillips' uberslut (does she portray anything else?) Ali, who, in the end, seems to get a flash of morality.
Thanks to Larry Clark (who brought us the superior Kids, though I'm not one to compare films, particularly ones that are explicitly based on true-life events as this is), there are copious shots of sweaty Floridian teen sex, a bit of Rachel's lack of grooming skills downstairs (though perhaps that was a creative choice on her part), some unfairly brief miliseconds of male nudity (come on, Lar, let's keep this equally exploitative!), a split-second glimpse of Bijou's labia majora peekin' out of coochie cutters, and a whole bunch of this one chick Heather's (I don't care enough to see what actress played her. Sorry.) utterly retarded faces (a combination of "I'm gonna suck you so hard..." mixed with "Oww...this whole thinking thing kinda hurts...I am so rolling right now!" which is so appropriate because, after all, the film takes place in Florida.
Anyway, all in all, I don't know, it did hold my interest, so I guess I can recommend it if you're bored and have nothing else to do.