Hick

Hick is worth the effort -- and it does have some genuinely witty writing.

And so it came to Chlo Grace Moretz, as it must to all child actors: puberty.

Ambles back and forth between tomfoolery and strained seriousness.

It contains some effective performances, it does a good job of evoking bereft and empty landscapes, but what is it for? Has she learned anything? Have we?

A smarmy little road movie about a Southern teenage girl losing her innocence the hard way during the Reagan era.

Mostly plays like some creepy-perv fantasia looking for mileage from the mature-beyond-her-years presence of young star Chlo Grace Moretz.

Derek Martini's second feature - after the competent Lymelife - is a confused mess of awkward tonal shifts and boring narrative tangents all encased in the discomforting shell of a Lolita fantasy.

Just a notch above dismal. Even with the star power

Recognizes that kids can't expect the grass to be greener but comes too close to suggesting that you can expect others to mow your lawn.

Though Hick promises danger, sex (or at least sexiness) and adventure, it delivers a dry tale lacking in real action or intensity.