Author’s note: it’s been too long since my last update and I think I’m failing this challenge. Actually, I haven’t watched a single film in ten days and that’s a first for me. Guess I’ve been too busy working
and binge-watching Daredevil season 2. I’ll try catching up by watching two films a week. Now, let’s get down to business.
The magic realism used within the narrative is the most peculiar trait of Marielle Heller‘s first feature, undoubtedly one of the most interesting debuts in years. It can be easily mistaken for an artsy flick, with the protagonist’s daydreams coming to life in bright colors and cool comics, but there’s something extremely painful and true in Minnie’s struggle through adolescence that we usually don’t see in the typical indie film. It was since Andrea Arnold‘s Fish Tank that we hadn’t seen a coming-of-age film so brutally honest. While Arnold’s camera harshly dissected Mia’s reality – giving us one of the rare examples of the female gaze in cinema – Heller makes it all about Minnie, exploring every single trait of her intimacy and shooting her inner thoughts directly to the screen.
There is no moral and no judgment of the teen’s conduct (and, surprisingly, not even of Monroe’s), which makes it less enjoyable for those who always want to find a message in what they watch. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I liked it even though it’s far from perfect.