The movie needs the audacity of a "Trainspotting" to lift it above the norm.
A dramatized real-life scandal of 1980s prep-school drug dealing plays like a tepid compilation of fictive cliches in The Preppie Connection.
As written, Toby is somewhat of an empty slate, and Mann doesn't do much to fill in the blanks.
Helen T. Verongos
This film fails even to evoke the '80s in costumes, soundtrack or other atmospherics.
Nearly everything about "The Preppie Connection" - from the high-school class war to the flat, explanatory narration - has been cribbed from other, better films.
Toby is so un-self-aware that his journey seems like mere obtuseness; what the film has to say about youthful degeneracy is less than zero.
Toby and co. come across as a pale, anti-intellectual imitation of the college-aged friends in Donna Tartt's The Secret History - a novel that explores the roots of its characters' moral recklessness rather than just chalking it up to teenage feelings.