Religious fodder that doesn’t explore anything new. Too predictable for me, but there’s some nice sequences. Would have rather not with the flashbacks. Those could have been written differently to work on screen. Maybe had I not just watched the best lgbtq+ segment since CMBYN thanks to The Last of Us, this would have been more tender.
I’m quite shocked that this has so few reviews. I really thought this was a cult classic I’d been sleeping on, and while true, I think y’all need to follow my lead! There’s a lot of unexpected grit here that was told incredibly well and vividly, especially for being a ‘98 release. More risks were taken here to paint an accurate picture that films of today should take note of. Corny clichés aside, Edge of Seventeen is a solid entry into my personal faves of the queer canon variety.
After viewing, I’ve added the below list as things I will fear in the near future:
Brownies with nuts
Awkward dinner conversations
My own Grandmother
I prepared for this screening, knowing full well one of my best friends would need me to stay the night with her afterward. Her fear and anxiety turned out fine, mine however... I felt shaken and uneasy for 2 plus hours…
If there isn’t a best actor duel on stage between Dafoe and Pattinson, I’ll eat my fucking shoe.
A fucking joy ride, mates. I ate every second of this up. My boyfriend hated it, but so it is.
A tale of a crusty old prune and a young buck finding his legging as a wickie. What starts as cautionary folklore, transcends to extreme madness at sea. The cinematography dripping in piss and shit; the score booming at every waves’ crash. The best of lines referring to the defecation of rare meat. What isn’t to love? WHAT.