It’s hard to feel sorry for an entire age group when they are already so accomplished at feeling sorry for themselves, but it’s even harder to tear your eyes away from the visceral action and reactions that propel the narrative thrust of The Doom Generation (1995). It is not stealing any of director Greg Araki’s thunder or the film’s suspense to reveal that festivities culminate in a brutal sex scene that is balanced out with an equally harsh castration. The proceedings begin with three characters--Red, White, and Blue--embarking upon a transgressive road trip. Rough sex occurs along the way. If learning about a film’s conclusion prior to being given the details of its beginning causes you consternation, your head will spin when you watch The Doom Generation.