Patrick Pryor’s review published on Letterboxd:
This gave me goose pimples going down early aughts high school memory lane and made me laugh with some smart and unexpected turns of humor. What an disarmingly honest and open movie that zigs instead of zags!
I honestly can’t speak too much for the female experience this movie portrays, since I’m a 30-year-old dude, but it deeeeeefinitey served as a weird magic mirror reflecting all the awkard and exciting and painful experiences shared with my long term high school girlfriend who also thrifted and dyed her hair and had a “Mother Love” Crass voicemail message and got suspended and had mom issues and made me Compact Disc mixes with Bikini Kill and Lilliput and Stellastar* (how’s that for a 2003 reference?) and stuff on it. A time when the world was new and cell phones were scary and rugby shirts were fashionable among certain (preppy) circles. We’re still friends to this day and grab that NJ slice whenever I travel back to the garbage state.
I guess all I’m saying is this movie so accurately and eerily captures a time, place, and feeling that I felt SHOOK. I wouldn’t be who I am today (for better or worse) without those turn of the Willenium formative life experiences. Thank ya ladies for doing what ya do and putting us idjits in our place!