lemme tell you how this movie, tpbw, was one of the most real movies ive seen lately. what does a fresh out of college black girl have to do with a group of middle class white teenagers? its not the content, but the realization that everything is not a happy ending and everyone may be ok on the outside, but they may seem life they are dragged through hell on the inside.
first of all, i abhor movies that glorify the teenage years. not on a comedic basis, but making it seem like the purpose of those years spent on social agony are just a series of stories to be told in your later years, and that they would mean nothing. this movie was different.
right off the bat, i knew that i shared some adolescent characteristics with the main character. he was quiet, but he had a nice group of friends that were practically blood related.
and the most important characteristic of all- he like i, thought that he had a happy childhood, but looking back to the horrors of what actually happened is the only way to move forward.
yes, i was quite happy as a child, and thankful for the ignorance that made me laugh and enjoy life with my family. but i there is still a silent voice in my head that reeks of melancholy. a distaste not for people, but for the belief of the kindness of others. im sure if i believed in reincarnation, my previous body would have been in the ranks of the followers of such ideology as neitzsche. no, im not some non believer in nothing (which actually makes me have at least one belief) or a big fan of ayn rand.
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