I thought the film Prozac Nation might be an interesting documentary on the over-prescription of psychiatric drugs, or at least an interesting indie flick.
It's not. It's an hour and a half of some spoiled Harvard chick with a Rolling Stone contract whining about how bad her life is. It draws you in with a full frontal Christina Ricci in the first five minutes, but it's all downhill from there.
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Only the police should have guns, you know. The shocking double murder of a young couple in Irvine turns out to have been suspectedly com...
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UPDATE: Edited to remove the guy's name. I hope nobody harasses him or his employer. He was good-natured and his sign was innocuous a...
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