Barbet Schroeder's fairly feeble tale of a boy (Edward Furlong) who appears ì
to have killed his girlfriend but remains silent when questioned by the ì
police. The boy's painter father refuses to believe his son could have done ì
it and deliberately hides vital evidence. The film simply hasn't a good ì
enough screenplay to pass muster as more than a moderate American TV drama. ì
-- Derek Malcolm Mail & Guardian