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The Perks of Being a Wallflower

November 24, 2012

This movie is like Napoleon Dynamite for adults, for people with pasts and hearts. Angst, joy, beauty, courage and despair. Two hours of pure experience.

If it were a book you’d stay up all night under the covers with a flashlight to read it. It’s likely to open a few old wounds. And make you laugh – at least, I heard other people laughing. Mostly, it’s really very moving. Imagine if Garden State had more concrete stories behind the connection between the characters? I guess whether you laugh or cry in that movie depends on your state of mind. In any case, the performances carry the story, carry the performances. Emma Watson (yes, the baby from Harry Potter) needs to star in Black Swan II, Ezra Miller makes a potentially silly role shine out, and Logan Lerman is full of still water that runs deep.

Some quotes:

Charlie: Right now we are alive and in this moment I swear we are infinite.

Charlie: I really wanna be a writer but I don’t know what I’d write about.
Sam: You can write about us.
Patrick: Call it ‘The slut and the falcon’ make us solve crimes

Sam: Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we’re nothing?
Charlie: We accept the love we think we deserve.

Patrick: Be aggressive Passive aggressive

Bill: You know they say if you make one friend on your first day you’ll do good.
Charlie: If my English teacher is the only friend I make today, that’ll be sorta depressing.

I know a lot of people nowadays only go and see a film in the cinema if it’s a spectacle – if shit explodes or you enter an alternate universe. The fact is that in the simplest of character driven stories, shit explodes (if only your heart) and you enter an alternate universe. I felt much more lost in the world of this movie than I did in that of Skyfall. Bond is fun in a camp kind of way, but don’t ask me to “connect to the characters”. We all know he’s going to live and we all know it doesn’t really matter whether the chicks he fucks make it or not.

The thing about going to the cinema alone, which I do a lot, is that you are locked in, committed. The lights are off and so is your phone. The screen is the world. And yet, you’re not alone. If you cry, nobody can see you yet you’re not completely (completely) alone. If they closed all the cinemas I’d have to start regular therapy. And I bet the popcorn would suck.