The Doom Generation: Critic Reviews

Good luck searching for meaning -- you'll find mostly blood and epithets.

Sledgehammer direction, heavy irony and the easiest imaginable targets hardly show talent off to good advantage.

An arty atrocity for thugs and sub-literates that makes Natural Born Killers look like The Sound of Music.

The violence becomes commonplace. The crudities never end. But there are hip benefits for staying to watch.

This is the kind of movie where the filmmaker hopes to shock you with sickening carnage and violent amorality, while at the same time holding himself carefully aloof from it with his style.

Striking to look at, though often offensively opportunistic, this mainly comes across as a throwaway shocker with energy to spare. There's not much thought in evidence though.

A nihilistic comedy about a trio of alienated youngsters, pic is bold not only in its art design, but also in its narrative and tone, a mixture of satire and horror with heavy dosage of steamy sex and macabre violence.

Inspired by Godard's classic Band Apart, Araki's fifth feature is his most audacious and most technically accomplished film to date, reflecting the larger than usual budget and gained experience.

More like Natural Born Killers than any other film that comes to mind, but it's ultimately sexier, funnier, and much more 'alternative' (in every sense of the word).

You sense that there is so much more at stake here than meets the eye, an extraordinary anger about and fear of 90s purposelessness and predatory intolerance.

Not every kid may be as mad and morose as Araki's lost boys... But a lot are, and in this fevered fantasy of Armageddon, he's got their number.

It's a savagely funny ride fueled by Araki's insight and blunt compassion.

Plays like a low-budget Natural Born Killers -- and that is not intended as a compliment.

For the terminally hip and/or terminally adolescent.

Imagine Natural Born Killers with a sense of humour.

Self-consciously strives for transgressive nihilism without ever recognizing the sheer absurdity of its every component.

A cult classic.....steamy hot, wicked funny

Potentially clever, but ultimately the raw violence isn't creative and therefore is offensive.

Amy's a screaming, speed-addled banshee, and not the sort of chick you'd want to run into late at night (or spend 85 minutes with in a darkened theater).

A note to Gregg: grow up. Really. Move out of your parent's basement, read something other than Salinger, and get a day job.