It’s been 20 years since I first saw this, and I’m shocked at how much better it is than I remembered.

Two pretty, white, self-absorbed people with no problems sing and dance about getting exactly what they want and being unhappy anyway. Hollywood enthusiastically ejaculates into its own smirking face.

In Jesse Eisenberg's major film debut, his blend of awkwardness, precociousness, and perfect comic timing are already almost fully developed. This is a memorable little story with a lot of sharp dialogue mostly delivered by Campbell Scott as his character misguidedly attempts to shepherd Eisenberg's into manhood to distract himself from his own continuing failure to grow up.

Clearly, I'm missing something. I can't fault this movie for not flaunting enough boobs, but otherwise it fell pretty flat for me. It certainly wasn't scary, and there seemed to be a lot of missed opportunities to be creepier. What a waste of Christopher Lee's talent for playing the bad guy.