Teen nihilism of the cheapest kind, it's as pretentious as Jean-Luc Godard, as tacky as one of those Z grade turkeys by Ted V Miklas, and at least twice as boring as that sounds.
What are people saying?
What are critics saying?
San Francisco Examiner by Barbara Shulgasser
As bad movies go, Gregg Araki's Nowhere is right up there with the best of them.
Director and enfant terrible-wannabe Gregg Araki winds up his Teen Apocalypse trilogy with this loud, ridiculous mess, and not a moment too soon.
Entertainment Weekly by Lisa Schwarzbaum
A visual and aural overload that ultimately tires rather than conveys a feeling of f—-d up-ness.
Austin Chronicle by Marc Savlov
The third and final chapter in Araki's teen-angst-run-riot-in-L.A. triptych is as gorgeously messy as the first two opening salvos (Totally F***ed Up and The Doom Generation), but this time Araki employs a far broader and more complex character canvas than previously.
Nowhere is Araki's most accomplished film yet, and if it never quite comes together, it's still a wildly entertaining film.
San Francisco Chronicle by Ruthe Stein
The young people in Nowhere spend a lot of time worrying about the world coming to an end. Watching these sour characters abuse themselves and one another, the more immediate concern becomes: When is this movie going to end?
The New York Times by Stephen Holden
If it weren't so overpopulated and desperate to shock, Nowhere might have succeeded as a maliciously cheery satire of Hollywood brats overdosing on the very concept of Hollywood. But the movie is so hectically paced that it doesn't have time to develop its characters or to flesh out the tales it sets in motion. Even comic books are better at telling stories.