Blown Away (1992)
This slick-beyond-reason teen-thriller is overloaded with ominous scenes and incidents from the first minute, and keeps weaving an increasingly twisting plot filled with sex, deceit and murder until not even the characters are quite sure what their next move should be. In a sense, Blown Away is more ambitious than its contemporary genre equivalent Basic Instinct, because in here teenagers are supposed to feel like kids but act like (crazed) adults. Along with the insufferable Scuba School, this is one of the culminations of the Haim/Feldman tenure which Hollywood put far too much money and effort in. The kids arguably had fun in their own, out-of-touch way (in many ways mirroring the ten years senior Reyolds/Needham partnership which was similar in style but far better in quality), but their lack of connection with reality and their own age group had become quite apparent by the time of Blown Away. The objective of director Brenton Spencer is to make a dangerous and hip thriller, but this is first and foremostly stupid, awkward and largely exploitive. The film's best asset is undoubtedly a handful of steaming sex scenes of delightful 1990s quality.