At one point in Jawbreaker, a character declares that "you can't hide the truth with a makeover." Too bad the filmmakers behind this overly art-directed would-be satire didn't listen to their own script. Although it stars the sourly comic, darkly sexy Rose McGowan and aspires to combine the plot of the delightful Clueless with the acrid sting of the brilliant Heathers, Jawbreaker emerges instead as a glossy, hollow pastiche of those films and other teen classics from Carrie to The Breakfast Club. Writer/director Darren Stein, who had previously turned out the halfway decent Sparkler, mistakes style for substance and confuses imitation with homage. Every idea in Jawbreaker is ripped from an earlier movie, but the filmmakers don't even bother to sew the resulting scraps into a patchwork. Such ruthless pilfering would be defensible if Jawbreaker retained the varied charms of its source material, but the saccharine bits and the sour ones cancel each other out, leaving a tasteless gruel that's then poured into an attractive serving bowl. Rarely has so much visual sparkle been wasted on such a dud. Rebecca Gayheart is pert on command, while Judy Greer gets what passes for emotional development as her character caroms from insecure nobody to insecure somebody. Meanwhile,McGowan practically parodies her already over-the-top persona, while Carol Kane and Pam Grier suffer through thankless cameos. In a world of Jennifer Love Hewitt romantic comedies, it's nice to know that somebody out there wants to make a teen movie with a subversive edge. But second-hand satire is about as subversive as Friends, and Jawbreaker is so frictionless that the only folks who will enjoy it are those it was meant to poke fun at in the first place.