Less Than Zero is what I'd give this film... I can't say I am the biggest reader, but when I read "Less than Zero" it truly meant something to me. It spoke loudly with it's shocking situations and uncompromising depictions of the upper class youth gone wild/bored. The character of Clay was someone that I related to, and even at times when what he was going through was so alien to me I could still feel what he was going through. It was beautiful, and ugly, all at the same time. Then I pop this baby in and watch the rape of an amazing book! Wow, they completely missed the point! Not to mention: half of the characters, almost all the really shocking scenes, and just about the whole damn plot. What they did replace it with was a pile of drivel that focused on a more secondary character which was fairly half-assed and uninteresting. The acting was bad, the music was fairly bad, and the story was really really horrible. I'd say the only thing that somewhat paid off this hour and a half of trite attempt at adaptation was the half-way decent cinematography. Some scenes, if you didn't look at what was going on, you could get lost in the semi-interesting lighting, or the juxtaposition of off-beat objects. Maybe the director just didn't give a crap about what story was being told and just wanted to show some pretty pictures! Either way, it's not good enough as a visual piece (go check out a Fellini film for god sakes!) and the story is pretty damn horrible, especially in comparison to Bret Easton Ellis's beautiful book. Mr. Ellis must've been paid a lot of cash, or it must be really true what they say about Hollywood: "Writers are treated like crap!"