A poor little rich boy, drummed out of every private school in a reachable radius, shows up undiplomatically for his first day at public school in a blazer and tie, toting an attaché case, glad-handing like a Presidential candidate. But after a beating or two, he attains his uppermost goal in life — popularity — by peddling prescription meds to his classmates and offering confessional-style counseling in adjoining stalls in the boys’ lavatory. Overstated teen comedy, but not grossly so, never gross-out-ly so, with an above-average range of emotion for the genre, and a narrowly pallid palette. Directed by Jon Poll (George and Ringo?), it ingratiates itself chiefly through the choirboy delicacy of its star, Anton Yelchin, who could practically pass for preteen, an inherently more ingratiating age. Kat Dennings, the moderately Goth romantic interest, helps out with the ingratiation, while Hope Davis and Robert Downey, Jr., as the respective single parents of the hero and heroine, contribute little but indie prestige. (2008) — Duncan Shepherd