Several dozen strikes with a block of wood to the temple are the equivalent to this mind-numbingly stupid waste of precious film. As a teen, I am depressed to be reminded yet again that this is a representation of not only American marketing directed at teens, but what the world actually views as the 'teenage creed.' The plot centers on a revolting, backwoodsesque reject taking advice from an African American prison inmate in order to gain the prize that, according to this film, all teenagers want but not all can achieve; high school popularity. Not only is this an outlandish idea, but also the inmate's character fails to be introduced, let alone solidified throughout the movie. Subduing the nausea caused by this blatant African American stereotype that I felt had fizzled out by the 1950s was my first task. Secondly, I am still desperately searching for good in this movie. Not only does it establish, once again in American culture, that popularity is synonymous with promiscuity and violence (as long as you have a great haircut, of course), but it also demeans audiences everywhere by incorporating poorly written jokes that even a puddle of slime could comprehend. In summation, poor writing, poor film technique, poor acting, and an approach to filmmaking similar to an uneducated, patronizing adult rank this film, in this author's opinion, as the worst film in American history.
Review of The New Guy
