Thirteen

This was completely fucked up in a way-too on-the-nose way, but I couldn't bring myself to hate it. Young Nikki Reed, young Evan Rachel Wood, young Vanessa Hudgens, all of them more or less my age, all of them in this movie about being a teenager in shitty, shitty 2003 Los Angeles. Holy shit, what a culture, what a cesspool. Holly Hunter was also here, and also great.

One of the craziest parts about being thirteen - and being a teenager in general, but really, thirteen - is how horribly underdeveloped your brain is. And don't get me wrong, you're physically undeveloped too, or like, partially developed at most. But even though you're awkwardly caught between having a child's body and an adult's body, holy shit, the real scary part of it all is just how fucking dumb you are. It's fucked up, is all I'm saying. And this movie gets that! (And, ironically, it was cowritten by a fourteen-year-old. Okay maybe just most teenagers are dumb as hell.)