Gardener of Eden
was the perfect film for Kevin Connolly's (Entourage) directorial debut; not only does it put him on some familiar turf, but it shares a few similar themes with his hit HBO show. Picture Entourage if it was set in New Jersey and revolved around a group of guys who, instead of being hot-shot Hollywood play-makers, were simple blue-collar offspring with drug habits and no career aspirations. (Actually, this was probably Vince and his crew before they hit it big.) For anyone who grew up in the suburbs of New York or New Jersey, these were guys you knew (or still know); their parents were war veterans-turned-city workers who could never afford to show their kids the world outside their small town. Their fathers made an honest living, put food on the table, and all they wanted in return was a little quiet time with an alcoholic beverage of their choice. Meanwhile, their mothers were perpetually pissed off -- at them, at their husbands, at the grocery store clerk. These were kids who didn't give a shit. They didn't have to. Best case scenario: They go to college, graduate and get a cozy job in the city. Worse case scenario: They wind up like their parents; stuck, drunk and bored. But hey, they're still alive, right?

These were kids who didn't need an education because their parents couldn't afford one. So, instead, they worked at delis, diners, gas stations and sold drugs. They played cards, smoked pot, threw parties and had sex. And while most were perfectly happy with this existence, there were a select few who wanted more out of life. They wanted to be noticed. They wanted to make a difference. Enter Adam Harris (Lukas Haas): After he gets kicked out of school for inviting prostitutes to his dorm room, Adam winds up back at home in New Jersey with his parents and a crummy job at an Israeli-owned deli. When he witnesses a deadly car crash involving a friendly elderly customer, something clicks inside -- Adam no longer feels an urge to relive those old high school glory years like his four best friends. He's angry. He's jaded. He wants to know why bad things happen to good people. Thus, he looks for answers with the only tool he owns: his fists.