The Myth of the American Sleepover – review

The teens of suburban Detroit are spending the last nights of their summer at pyjama parties, stupefied and waiting for escape. Except Scott (Brett Jacobsen), a college dropout who's tracking down a pair of twins he had a crush on in high school. Scott's quest is at the heart of the problem with writer/director David Robert Mitchell's sweet, sexless drama. Presumably not all kids are roaming as wildly as Larry Clark's little heathens, but this film's reverence to three little words ("I like you") is chastity-band creepy. I like you, too, Myth of the American Sleepover – but I'm going no further than that.