Brian Cox plays a chicken hawk. He’s the hero (or at least the only sympathetic character in the protagonist’s life). You can pretty much draw your own conclusions from there. Perhaps if I’d ever been a gay teenager coming to grips with my sexuality amid the chaotic ennui of the Long Island burbs, I might have had a little more sympathy for this picture. As things stand, however, I mostly thought it was boring, predictable and more than a little too morally ambiguous, particularly on the topic of child molestation. Wish I’d skipped it
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