Twelve—the recent film based on the 2003 Nick McDonell novel* of the same name—is not the kind of movie I usually see, nor is it the kind of book I usually read (unless I have to review it). Still, I can accept that other people do enjoy stories about miserable rich kids that culminate in—SPOILER—major bloodbaths, so I read Cinematical's critique of the film. To make a long story short, the Cinematical reviewer feels the novel was better... but I don't get the impression that's lavishly over-praising the book.

*Written, apparently, when he was 17.

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