The first act is so great.

Even the second act starts so well...

There is so much earnest acting here, it's really depressing how far south this goes. Gilchrist's acting is certainly solid.

And it really goes so far off the rails, its surreal. It's not implausible it goes where it goes, but sheesh....

This story makes absolutely no sense. A high school girl, Sam, who apparently has had sex with just about everyone at her school, meets a dweeby boy, Henry, who is extremely intelligent and is going to attend MIT. He falls head over heels in love with her, but unfortunately, she doesn't return the favor. She is just content with giving him hand jobs and finally hopping into the sack with him, where he loses his virginity. His unrequited love appears to push him over the edge and he starts to do away with anyone he thinks has had a sexual encounter with her. Evidently, the police in this town have no clue on how to solve these murders, but we have to take that for granted, as the police play no part in the story. When he thinks his mother is trying to break up his 'love affair' he tells her he could easily kill her, using her coffee mug (huh?). The climax of the film comes as no surprise, but what is surprising is Sam's regret for never telling Henry she loved him even if he WAS a serial killer, but that doesn't stop her from working through her grief by falling into the arms and bed of her high school teacher. Such nonsense.

While the acting is top-notch and the first half-hour is very promising, the film never quite finds its identity and constantly switches between romance, slasher flick and psychological drama. Not to mention that the ending is extremely anticlimactic, predictable and unsatisfying.It's also hard to root for Sam, who in the end realizes she really did love Henry, although he was a serial killer and a psychopath.

Very disappointing, to say the least.