To look at a photo of Trent Harris, you might mistake him for an upper-middle class father of three with a yen for Solitaire and the odd nip of cognac by an open fireplace. To take in his warm demeanor and non descript mode of dress, you might imagine him as an archetype of the
By Bob Freville Teen movies have always been profoundly fucked up. Don’t believe me? Just revisit Revenge of the Nerds (1984) today and tell me it’s totally acceptable for a buck-toothed creeper to disguise himself as some Betties’ boyfriend in order to have sex with her. Even more fucked up? Watch how Betty ends
