FUCK Y'ALL

Occasionally meandering, but so quietly melancholic and authentic to adolescence that even the simplest gestures (a handshake, a head on a shoulder) feel hugely important. Mitchell does a great job of capturing the awkwardness and confusion of youth in transition, as well as the behavioral tics and rituals that seem so important at the time. And, as if daring me to like it any more, it ends with one of my favorite Magnetic Fields songs. Shit yeah.

The Myth of the American Sleepover sells teenage experience and interconnectedness in a manner both therapeutic and revealing, reminding us, in its best spells, how many of the best moments in recent American movies are derived from independently-spirited filmmakers and visions. That's not to declare the absence of cliche in Mitchell's film; just to say that Myth's expressiveness guarantees a redolence that goes beyond the perceived limitations of teen-centric movies. And what a cast!

this got picked for cannes? really? really?

It's a myth, alright - an idealized piece of teenage romance that is as quiet, gentle and thoughtful as its characters. As the night moves on and these kids keep looking for love everything in this small town becomes a little strange and a little hypnotic, like a reverie out of time.

It's hard to write the review I want to write without sounding like a total weirdo, but this really ends up being incredibly sweet and authentic. The silly Band of Outsiders homage and the Beirut song certainly helped.