Cavernous sequences of trite dialogue build to Tarantinoesque levels of tension, repeatedly failing to pay off... (It didn't take long before I started praying that Kurt Russel would come shredding across the vineyard in his hotrod and mow these two idiots down).
Is that seriously a '7.7' up there? (maybe I'm going blind)
This is a movie about girls, by girls, for girls, archetyping girls, so girls who aren't quite sure what it means to be girls can finally just be girls.
The epitome of narrowing construct - feminism's worst nightmare.
Unimpressive at its best; bordering on nauseating at its worst.
