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"I heard the director's kid needed braces."
"I heard his mistress was blackmailing him."
"Really? I heard his mistress needed braces."
"No, what happened is, the writers kidnapped his shar-pei and threatened to make dim sum and a big wrinkled wallet if he didn't do their movie."
Yeah, well, what I heard somebody say, and I'm pretty sure it was me, was, of all the many entries in the latest youthmarket cycle -- damn those Boomer progeny anyway -- this is undoubtedly the most pointless. Supposedly based on a true story, it chronicles three college-as-fashion-statement NYU roommates who, for the sake of a psych class, plant a rumor and follow its progress. Which wouldn't be so bad if it were "Did you know that Mark stuffs zucchini in his Bugle Boys?" but is instead a too-plausible story about date-rape and murder.
Rich boy Derrick (James Marsden, who plays Cyclops in this summer's X-Men) may have a score to settle with the rich girl in question; Jones (newcomer Lena Headey) has a proletarian grudge against her; and art student Travis (Norman Readus, 8MM) thinks it will make a great multimedia piece. What starts out as a marginally interesting exercise degenerates into a routine whodunit, laced with annoying, headache-generating neo-Warhol party scenes from director Davis Guggenheim, who's obviously carrying the weight of having shot episodes of "ER," "Party of Five," and "NYPD Blue." In the process, nothing even remotely substantive is said about the subject matter.
Moral: if you want good gossip, stick to the tabs. D-
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