Too Late reads like fan fiction of 21 Jump Street, written by a sheltered young person with limited awareness of the world. There are a lot of buzzwords thrown in – autism, schizophrenia, rape – to inflate the importance of the narrative, but there is only a very shallow discussion of these topics.

So much instalove. But apparently, in this case, it’s only bad when it happens with the wrong person – the one you didn’t know was into drugs and dealing and raping people. When you’re introduced to someone else as a dealer, it’s okay to instantly fall in love with him because, of course, he’s an undercover cop who can save you. But only after you get to act out your most extreme revenge fantasy that sounded stupid when you said it out loud, let alone once you followed through. Not that the rest of the story was believable, so it’s not like it shattered reality, but it was highly unnecessary.

Actually, this whole thing was highly unnecessary. I started at 2.5 stars, but I’m dropping to 2… the more you think about Too Late, the worse it gets.