There's plenty of incident, but not much plot. As befits a tale of absolute self-absorption and unconscious revelation, The Informers often seems to be telling on itself. "It's a fucking video, man," one mixed-up kid explains to another—or is it vice versa? "It doesn't need to make sense—it only needs to be . . . not lame." And what could be lamer than the ensuing instance of confessional direct address? "You just can't make it in this town unless you're willing to do some awful things," the most confused of the young people informs someone he barely knows, pausing for a beat before he adds, "I'm willing."
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