It's not often you find a leading lady as wilfully unappealing as Pauline. Played by the fuglied-up AnnaLynne McCord, she looks like a hunchbacked wolf with acne, and her contempt of femininity, peer-group popularity and family values makes her a rare kind of alienated antiheroine. She's too good for the story around her: a sort of body-horror teen movie populated with cult-friendly cameos rather than credible characters. Ex-porn star Traci Lords is Pauline's textbook domineering conservative mom, for example, John Waters is a priest, Ray Wise the school principal, and so on. Between Pauline's naive ambitions to become a surgeon and her terminally ill, goody-goody sister, it doesn't take a genius to see where the horror is going to come from, but the grand guignol climax is disappointingly fudged. It could have been David Cronenberg meets Todd Solondz, but ends up more of a cautionary cartoon on things you shouldn't try at home.