This movie might be thought of as a concrete representation of the unremitting obsession with sex. This is one of those movies where none of the characters are doing anything worthwhile or purposeful but they are constantly giving free rein to their endless appetite for sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll (that part is fine with me.) Monroe (a character putatively well-educated) is a drone who is either sitting on the couch or lying on it either with someone or not. Kristin Wiig cannot keep a job shelving books but finds no trouble in participating in an endless round of parties and does not seem mind to that her 15-year-old daughter is right in the center of the action. Does Minnie ever study, participate in sports or write for the school newspaper? Oh, that's right-she holes up in her room with a sketch pad to draw exaggerations of herself and others- the concept of which seem to have been influenced by Robert Crumb and maybe even the comic strip, Cathy. The field of graphic novel production is a crowded one and it is laughable for her to labour under the delusion that she will make a living at this endeavour. Considering the many and varied ways she engages in dissipation, one might say that she has acquired the skills for a brief career in porno. The actors are wasted in this thing. However, I think that 23-year old Bel Powley shows great promise in the future. This film was disturbing to sit through because it displays irreverence, irrelevance and a tendency to provoke boredom. Undoubtedly, the film has something to say about the yearnings of youth and sexual awakening and so on and so forth, but the whole thing was a basket full of mush.
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