What a pretentious piece of shit this was. It's pointless and the dialogue is just pointless. Then there's the horrible running joke that every number must be 666, oooohhh Satanic! Which is unfortunate cause the movie had the potential to at least... (read more) What a pretentious piece of shit this was. It's pointless and the dialogue is just pointless. Then there's the horrible running joke that every number must be 666, oooohhh Satanic! Which is unfortunate cause the movie had the potential to at least be interesting. I like the lighting, the actors try their best even if they are defeated by the awful writing and there's enough random cameos to amuse me, just not here.

Disappointed not what I was expecting from the talent director Gregg Araki. It was entertaining I'll give him that not sure why but I was some what fascinated by it. I thought all three main actors were really good, and played well off each other. Bu... (read more) Disappointed not what I was expecting from the talent director Gregg Araki. It was entertaining I'll give him that not sure why but I was some what fascinated by it. I thought all three main actors were really good, and played well off each other. But for the most part this was a mix of sex, drugs, and unnecessary violence and bloodshed.

fuk all that. i watch this movie a 100000000 time and ill still love it.

One of my first TIFF movies and still one of my favourites. Great movie and great soundtrack.

Why did I attempt to rewatch this shit?

This movie has absolutely no direction. The film is obviously trying to connect with a nihilistic generation. It should be so lucky. At least nihilism has an ethos, albeit a simple one: nothing. The Doom Gene... (read more) Why did I attempt to rewatch this shit?

This movie has absolutely no direction. The film is obviously trying to connect with a nihilistic generation. It should be so lucky. At least nihilism has an ethos, albeit a simple one: nothing. The Doom Generation can't even live up to that. A muddled hodge podge of sexuality and half-assed attempts at back humor, this film is like a man in a darkened gas-station bathroom, randomly spraying pure waste until he hears the sound of a resonate splash.

This is nothing more than an empty piece of bloodied fluff, meandering its way from one "shocking" scene to another. I'll give it props for Rose boobs, but nothing more.

Self-consciously strives for transgressive nihilism without ever recognizing the sheer absurdity of its every component.

It's a savagely funny ride fueled by Araki's insight and blunt compassion.

This is the kind of movie where the filmmaker hopes to shock you with sickening carnage and violent amorality, while at the same time holding himself carefully aloof from it with his style.