Art out of Anarchy. I am bad at the old sex. I am bad at the acting. I am bad at set design. I am bad at dialog. I am bad for ruining 107 minutes of my life with this movie. I thought at this point in Kristen Stewart's career she wouldn't have to do poorly produced B movie. Plenty of gratuitous breast, which add nothing to the plot, at all. It seems a plastic eating boy is a reason for his mother to place a pillow over his face until he dies. Does anyone want to buy a breakfast chair?