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.

Ruffalo continues to be one of the most intriguing actors of his generation.

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

By the numbers relationship drama saved only by Ruffalo's performance and presence.

Few things are more cinematically frustrating than a film with an over-inflated opinion of its own significance.