WARNING: Extremely biased review incoming. If you’re only here to get your I Just Hate Everything fix (I can dream), then I implore you to ignore me wanking on about my “feelings” and skip down to Reasons to Hate. Otherwise, come walk through the fire with me.
So I think I better start off with a bit of sourness before I completely lose all my dignity.
I saw the trailer for this movie when I went to see Twishite: Breaking Bladders Part are-you-fucking-kidding-me-they-made-it-into-2-movies. And I was not convinced. It looked like another overindulgent teen movie that was all about how, like, high school is totes the most important time of our lives evar Lolz #yolo.
And yes, that element does creep through every now and then.
But The Perks of Being a Wallflower is the only movie this year, and definitely in a long time, that has actually made me feel something for longer than 5 minutes after watching it.
It’s been almost 24 hours, and I still can’t get it off my mind. And that’s an accomplishment. What, with all the porn and vidya games us kids have these days.
You commit Lange as a patient, reveal a character is pregnant, have said character perform a coat hanger abortion, and stab Kit the fuck in the chest with a huge-ass needle. All while revealing the identity of present day Bloodyface.
Because that’s how American Horror Story do.