Bruno Bettelheim, whose brilliant but unmagical analyses of fairy tales blighted my pleasure in them for twenty years, had a hand in producing this depressing examination into destructive teenagers. The narrator is uncredited, but he sounds like I always imagined Dr. Bettelheim: nasal, droning, multisyllabic, unsympathetic and depressingly accurate.
There are no clear answers offered: boredom and not enough love at home. The scolding tone makes this hard to take seriously. No message is ever offered except "You're doing it wrong!" and while that may be true, it doesn't offer its audience any idea of how to do it right. With its scolding, unsympathetic tone, it mimics the unloving environment that it claims is one of the taproots of vandalism and answers the question of "Why vandalism?" with another question: "Why not?"
