When 16-year-old Finn (Anton Yelchin) gets busted scoring drugs for his coke-snorting, alcoholic masseuse of a mother (Diane Lane), Mom decides what the family really needs is a summer vacation on the estate of a wealthy client, Mr. Osborne (Donald Sutherland), whose sprawling, Kennedy-like New Jersey compound offers the anthropologically minded Finn a chance to observe the moneyed elite in their natural habitat. Until, that is, he gets a little too close for somebody's comfort to Mr. Osborne and his two grandchildren (Chris Evans and Kristen Stewart), which earns him a brutal beating and anal rape from an unidentified assailant on the Osborne grounds. In one of those karmic quirks of the film-releasing calendar, Fierce People, which was directed by Griffin Dunne and written by Dirk Wittenborn, is finally staggering into theaters—after more than two years on the shelf—not long after The Nanny Diaries, that other cautionary tale about a proletarian pea that works its way under the mattress of the sockless-loafer crowd. Adding to the déjà vu is the presence of Evans as a kind of anthropomorphic Ralph Lauren ad. But whereas most of the injustices suffered by Nanny's nanny are of the skin-deep variety, the hopelessly reductive Fierce People ups the ante: It says, in effect, tangle with these crazy rich, white folks and they will—quite literally—fuck you up the ass.
Out of their class: Lane and Yelchin.
Opens at Bellevue Galleria and Meridian, Fri., Sept. 21. Rated R. 107 minutes.