Mini's First Time: Critic Reviews

Mini's First Time is delectably vulgar for 20 minutes or so, almost too bad to be true, but it soon loses its cheap-thrills appeal.

Mini is impossible to like, especially since she delivers some of the worst narration ever spoken, and her final lines are like a big middle finger to viewers foolish enough to enjoy the film.

Mini has a cleverly devious wrap-around ending, but you have been warned: It's twisted.

Mini's First Time is Bret Easton Ellis territory with palm trees, explored by smarmy blunderers.

A lethal joyride through the debauched lifestyles of L.A.'s glamour-industry elite.

Part of Mini's charm... may be in its single-minded devotion to the utterly depraved and comically debauched.

Surrounded by all these pros, Reed more than holds her own: She has so much integrity about being amoral that she keeps the audience dangling between disgust and admiration.

Mini's First Time unfortunately degenerates into a sexed-up version of a Law & Order episode.

The swirl of bad girl shenanigans, Hollywood satire and noir-ish melodrama in Mini's First Time that was intended to make for an icy cocktail of prurience and moral insight tastes more like freezer burn instead.

It doesn't help that first-time screenwriter/director Nick Guthe created such a superficial group of characters. Few, if any, seem believable or are interesting enough to care about.

The characters in Mini are played by fine performers (Alec Baldwin, Jeff Goldblum, Carrie-Anne Moss), but they're still one-note.

Mini's First Time is a down-and-dirty exercise in depravity and debauchery; in other words, just the kind of plot that gets us to turn off the TV and head for the multiplex -- blue states and red states alike.

Much of the film reeks of decadence and new money-the snazzy cars and clothes and the boxy, minimalist modern stone and glass interiors that are as cold as the characters themselves.

Touches fleetingly on an interesting phenomenon - namely, the manner in which a father's advances simultaneously disgust and enthrall his teenage stepdaughter.

Mini is a wonderful character, and she's the villain you simply can't help but root for, watching the dominoes fall where they must, and lets these yuppies self-destruct.

Trashy but fun, Mini's First Time is like one of those paperback books you might take to the beach. You don't brag about having read it, but you enjoy every page.

A deliciously evil black comedy that's sure to elicit lots of shameful giggles throughout.

It's a bad, preposterous and horrifyingly cliched black comedy about a girl gone wicked.

The director has created a stylish spoof filled with some razor-sharp dialogue and truly wild, original moments.

Guthe is so anxious to show us what a larcenous tramp Mini is that he never shows us any other sides to her. We have her pegged from the get-go, even if no one in the movie does.

Pitch-black and bound to offend anyone who's not on its wavelength, Nick Guthe's entertainingly slick debut is a mordantly funny slice of lust, crime and sleaze life set in the world of L.A.'s industry elite.

Mini's First Time is not about taking an honest look at adolescence. It's not even really about teens, or high-school life, or upper-class marriages. What it's about is an unpleasantly pervy adult male view of teenage girls.

Mini is too tame for Skina-max and too inane to survive on the art-house circuit. It's a pretentious erotic thriller that gives honest trash a bad name.

A comedy that's a mix of Mean Girls, Mamet and Mephistopheles.

a bloated waste of time and money... an unequivocal low.