Andrew reviews the mildly pervasive, The Diary of a Teenage Girl.
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"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.
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"Gross! You don't know where this couch has been!" |
Score
-Andrew Kotwicki
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