It seems like not showing how you feel, or being able to paper over something so completely is a kind of mark of honor. A way in which you can be tested against the others - the ones who are being shoved into information streams like people drinking from a high pressure fire hydrant. Let the chanters sing Atlantis .. and the squaring off of old debts seems the best way forward. To a dead future. A cold heart. Aloof.
"If Larry Clark went to the French island of Corsica and made a film, it might look an awful lot like “Les Apaches.” Full of hormones, half-naked pool parties and rash teenage decisions, this sexy adolescent thriller masks much darker themes than its sunburnt style might suggest..." Variety
It's about some kids who are light on morals and only begin to regret their actions after they've taken things too far. And then it ends without much point. It's not a particularly interesting story, so the flat ending is annoying. So why did I spend 82 minutes on a dull trip to nowhere?