He travels for hours each morning to get to the high school where she rarely shows up sober, if she shows up at all. He’s lower-middle-class, Latino, and ambitious, with a supportive family. She’s rich, white, and fucked-up, with a stepmother who barely tolerates her and a father who’s written her off. Her father, a congressman who’s built his career on helping minorities, will be ecstatic about their relationship, she tells her lover, making him feel even more like a piece of meat than he already does; her father will even sponsor his application to a naval academy. Is she using him or is he using her? The complex question is given the treatment it deserves in this gutsy romance-drama that breaks a cardinal rule of storytelling and pop psychology: its iconic lovers aren’t forced by a tragedy to learn that they shouldn’t depend on each other to feel whole. John Stockwell directed a screenplay by Phil Hay and Matt Manfredi; with Kirsten Dunst, Jay Hernandez, and Bruce Davison. 95 min.