R, 95 min.
Director: James Ponsolt
Writers: Scott Neustadter,
Michael H. Webber, Tim Tharp (novel)
Starring: Miles Teller,
Shailene Woodley, Brie Larson, Masam Holden, Dayo Okeniyi, Kyle Chandler,
Jennifer Jason Leigh, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Andre Royo, Bob Odenkirk
As I get older, I often
wonder if these coming of age type of movies will still speak to me in the same
way they once did. They don’t. That doesn’t mean they don’t speak to me in
powerful ways, however.
When I was in high school, I
imagine what I would’ve gotten from the movie “The Spectacular Now” was a
connection to that feeling of emotional isolation that so frequently wormed its
way into our hearts as teens, daring us to choose between lashing out and
understanding. In it we are given two children of broken families trying
desperately to understand their situations without letting on to anyone that
they don’t have it figured out. The lead character is a boy who is thought of
as sort of a class clown, although that turns out to be news to him. He meets a
girl ignorant of the social set to which he belongs. She seems to have it all
together, but he sees something in her that may even be invisible to the
audience. She hides behind her togetherness by never engaging in the emotional
needs she requires from those closest to her.
The story is his, so her
problems are left unresolved and only partially explored. His are explored to
their fullest. As an adult, it’s much easier for me to see the machinations of
that exploration than I might have as a teen. He is clearly an alcoholic. I
think that’s obvious enough for teens to see, what they may not understand is
how that crutch of alcohol threatens to control every aspect of his life.
Adapted from a novel that could not have been anything other than
autobiographical in nature, I wonder if the author even fully recognized that
when he wrote it.
As I really don’t know
anything about the book and have not read it, I really can’t speak to those terms,
however I believe the film makes a key mistake in dealing with its hero’s
plight. It never identifies the alcoholism as something he has to deal with in
its own terms. He drinks because he’s afraid. The alcohol numbs his fear but
opens him up to more exposure of his shortcomings and uncertainty. He
identifies what caused his alcoholism, but never how to combat it. Not even any
of the many people he doesn’t even realize care for him bother to give his
ailment the name of alcoholism. I can buy that people might not be able to
recognize the disease well enough to put a name to it, but surely someone
should’ve at least pointed out to him that he needed help. It may sound cliché,
but it’s something that people who care about someone else is willing to do.
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