Adapted from Elizabeth Wurtzel's memoir (unread by me, and despite its bestseller status it seems to be almost universally disliked) of depression and dysfunction at Harvard, Nation casts the always-watchable Christina Ricci as the self-absorbed author. The film doesn't exactly have a story; it's more about Elizabeth using college to gauge the depths of her mental instability. She writes in binges for the school paper, introduces countless substances into her system, and embarks on destructive relationships and non-relationships. Ricci, it must be said, displays skill and gusto in the areas of binging, abuse, and destruction; she throws herself into the part, though what she gets in return is questionable.
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The Rats, however, aims for a much lower target. Instead of disease and contamination possibilities, the movie involves a violent colony of genetically altered rodents overrunning a Manhattan department store on a rampage to terrorize the entire city. Why would a colony of rats want to seize the population of New York? The movie does not have this answer, so it continually features scenes of the rats scurrying through pipes, sewers, subways, stores, and just about every else. Occasionally, an innocent bystander gets in their way, and they quickly become rodent food.
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There's already an Oscars buzz surrounding this movie.