We can't help but wonder why we should care, save the fact that the first-person gimmick makes us feel complicit in the crimes.

For all their surface bluster, debuting co-writers/directors Jon Schroder and Randall K. Rubin are trading in reflexive sulky adolescent philosophy.

This is the film that Natural Born Killers wanted to be -- and at one-twentieth the cost.

This clever, heartfelt piece of gonzo indie filmmaking is the movie Natural Born Killers should have been.