Review of The Doom Generation (1995) by Hizballer H — 25 Jan 2008
Gregg Araki can be incredibly relevant (see The Living End for a lesson on how to make queer cinema both original and non-insulting) and he can be a starry-eyed master of kitsch (see Nowhere) but this film just serves as an example of how easy it is to end up in pretentious, candy coloured, shock just for the sake of shocking territory.
The protagonists are all appallingly bad, and really just fundamentally unappealing as people which kinda jeopardises their roles before the movie even starts.
A weak script and over-reliance on the shock-value inherent in swear words and the sexual act are simply not enough to drive the narrative here.
This film was released 13 years ago now and we're still riding the crest of the rubbish postmodern wave that films like these spawned. I for one am sick of it.
Not even an appearance from Skinny Puppy can save this one i'm afraid.
Go rent Mysterious Skin, a film that actually manages to pluck it's head out of it's own arse, instead of wasting your time with The Doom Generation.
This review of The Doom Generation (1995) was written by Hizballer H on 25 Jan 2008.
The Doom Generation has generally received mixed reviews.
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