Depressed, artsy girl of few words bristles at the avalanche of oppression around her. God, can't the world just sympathize with her plight?!

This is a sub-genre of film that needs to go away. Either that or people need to remember to write an actual story.

Struggling but very talented musician with poor social skills finds out that her roommate is a budding serial killer and her supposedly freethinking friends are actually John Birchers.

Kelly was great in this but when I find myself around people like this in real life I leave. Life's too short to voluntarily expose oneself to creeps.

Was expecting a lot more based on the trailer (kudos to the editor). Also, I find it bizarre that the only positive reviews sign off with CaNt wAiT tO sEe MoRe fRoM KeLlY McCoRmAcK. Bit fishy.