I like dense, fast, quirky dialogue as much as the next fellow, but what they put in the mouths of the teenage characters in this movie is too much to be believed. I kept thinking, “This is fine, but if Joss had written it, it would really work.” I’ve read a lot about about the power of Ellen Page’s performance. And she was good! But actually the movie relaxed a little and was better whenever she was offscreen.
The movie seems to care a lot about what records it likes; and that’s fine. But then why present a main character who allegedly worships the Stooges and Patti Smith, to the point of talking about how it makes all modern music (including the Melvins!) sound “precious,” and then have the soundtrack be the preciousest, tweest specimens of indie cuddlecore imaginable? What does it say about this movie that when Belle and Sebastian comes on the radio your reaction is “OK, now we’re rocking out?”
One non-complaint: all credit to the movie for including a song by the great Barry Louis Polisar, whose anthem “Don’t Put Your Finger Up Your Nose” was #1 with a bullet on my childhood record player.