It's been a couple of days since I've seen this and I still don't know if it's the trashy masterpiece so many claim it is or just a dazzlingly-made clusterfuck. (It's like Michael Mann directed some 16-year-old boy's wet dream.)

I will say that James Franco basically runs away with this thing, playing a wanksta who is just as much a product of our self-entitled, consumerist culture as the quartet of bikini-clad girls. In its own weird, warped way, you…