Andrew reviews the mildly pervasive, The Diary of a Teenage Girl.
|"God damn it! My room is so messy!"|
With the writing-directing debut of character actress Marielle Heller, the long thought unfilmable semi-autobiographical comic is now a bold and daring cinematic reality. Featuring newcomer Bel Powley as Diary’s troubled fifteen year old heroine Minnie Goetze, Kirsten Wiig as her alcoholic mother and Alexander Skarsgard as her mother’s sleazy boyfriend, it’s a tale which would otherwise be appalling were it not rich with brilliant stylistic flourishes scattered throughout. The Diary of a Teenage Girl, while softer than its sharp edged source material, also manages through the frequent mixture of animation and live action to remind viewers we’re watching a comic book given flesh and blood.
Clearly modeled after Gloeckner, Bel Powley’s dark haired doe-eyed nymph is startlingly close to the source and it’s a role requiring Powley to bravely go the distance. Not since Charlotte Gainsbourg’s collaboration with Lars Von Trier has an actress put herself so nakedly in the firing line, exposing her vulnerability in intimate detail. A surprising dramatic performance from Kirsten Wiig proves there’s more to the comedienne than eliciting laughs. Only Alexander Skarsgard’s casting is questionable as his likeability and heartthrob appeal seems in direct contrast with the novel’s overweight and crusty sexual predator. As with Skarsgard’s character, Diary has filed down its sharp claws by jettisoning some of the novel’s more traumatic episodes including rape and heroin addiction but overall it gets as close to the source as it can without earning an NC-17 rating.
|"Gross! You don't know where |
this couch has been!"
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