Len Fearnside’s review published on Letterboxd:
There is a scene in the film about half-way through where Franco, as Alien (as RiFF RAFF; no matter what he says, he was based on RiFF RAFF. I mean dude even has an album titled The Golden ALiEN) talks about all of the "shee-yit" he has; rattling off clothes, guns, cologne, etc. It was a hilarious, yet amazingly poignant scene.
This absurd man and the ludicrous recitation of everything he's strived to acquire, made me realize how stupid and irrelevant my own quest to acquire things, different things of course, was. This message stayed with me for the entire film and whether it was Korine's intent or not, it felt like the driving force behind the whole thing. It was like a 90-minute slam poem on material obsession and the fruitless pursuit of happiness, but with a visually and aurally stunning backdrop.
I'm sure some will see this as merely an exploitation film with a nice veneer placed on top, but to me it was more than that. In that same scene I mentioned above, Alien proclaims his love for Scarface and it couldn't be more perfect. This is Scarface for the disaffected, Gen-Y college girl. And it is brilliant.