Metacritic reviews

Mills peppers his fresh script with an assortment of throwaway lines, kooky character beats and off-kilter emotional truths. That he packs so much memorable silliness into one 80-minute film is quite the feat. Sequel, please.

Mr. Mills (drawing on his own experiences and doing triple duty as the director and screenwriter) gives a performance of rancid single-mindedness. It’s a fearlessly unsympathetic role that provides plenty of space for train-wreck humor but almost no wiggle room for redemption.

The modest pic’s laughs get bigger as it goes along, and so does its surprising warmth.

Mills stuffs his film with cynical teachers, absentee parents and kids trying to cope with the minefield that even Canadian high schools are built on.

An enjoyable entry into the swelling ranks of corrupt-the-youth comedies.

The crime-spree-driven final third feels more like a sordid movie of the week than the sprightly comedy that preceded it.

The film is not significant, but it is principled and sweetly subversive. And, like high school, if you’re not careful, you might just learn something from it.

The unapologetic lack of political correctness never goes beyond a one-dimensional and tentative provocation.