The premise of this movie is that Pettyfer is a physically attractive man made physically unattractive -- but here's the thing: He's not. Drop him in that getup at any ICP show, guaranteed he'll fit right in and be the most attractive person there. Even by the grossly inflated standards of attractiveness in film, he's not all that bad-looking; okay, he's got some face tattoos, but apparently he's allowed to keep his delicate facial bone structure and godlike physique. In terms of looking bizarre, Mary Kate Olsen's got him beat even in real life.
Speaking of Olsen, she's got all the acting prowess of the world's goth-est pullstring Bratz doll. Who directed this? And why does he keep making her whisper? At least her role is clear -- Neil Patrick Harris has no obvious reason to even be here, aside from that he seems to be bringing 100 percent of the film's meager charisma.
Like Vanessa Hudgens, we've seen worse. But unlike Pettyfer, this is not something we want to see more of.