There is a recent generation of American men who came of age too late for free love and wanton property grabbing, and too early for post-grunge emotional wankery and info-age immediacy. Stuck on their iceberg, isolated by oceans from anything real like the original punk or goth movements, or Australia's cinematic new wave, they loitered in the suburbs, fondling illegal fireworks, obsessing over barely legal David Cronenberg videos (primary theme: "sex is weird"), wondering why life wasn't showing up. Presumptuous as this sounds, it appears that this is the narrative voice behind the new... More >>>