XX/XY

Succeeds as an amusing critique rather than an empty-headed endorsement of its protagonists' behaviour.

With its talky and theatricalized depiction of cruelties mutually inflicted by financially comfortable good-looking young white people on each other, XX/XY at times recalls a slightly more full-blooded Neil LaBute movie.

Rarely does a fine movie like this have so awkward a title.

A film about the necessity of growing up could have profited from its own advice.