The film takes a low-intensity, 'realistic' view of its subject matter, yet stills dabbles in plausibility-skewering, morality-be-damned, violent wish-fulfillment, similar to what some of those old Charles Bronson and Clint Eastwood movies used to catch flack for.
Considering the movie's interweaving of the kid's nightmares and his waking life experiences, blurring the lines between reality and dark fantasy, the filmmakers certainly left it up to individual interpretation.
No matter how many times I explained this to my mother, I got the feeling she was never quite convinced.
Considering how utterly forgotten Wired turned out to be, the whole affair just strikes me as petty and unfortunate. At least Michael Chiklis and Jim Belushi buried the hatchet.