I had the pleasure of seeing director Cory Finley's "Thoroughbreds" last week and although the film was riveting, my biggest take away was this: teenagers are capable of some f***ed up stuff, man. But hey, we've all been there...right? There's only one way to find out! Check off each puberty-fueled crime you committed in your youth to see if you were a truly angsty teen.
Like, lying about the death of a family member to get an extra day to finish that project you put off 'til the last minute.
In "Thoroughbreds" they call it "the technique." Does naming your favorite form of deception make it even more messed up? Who knows.
"There's no way, mom. Even Ghandi went on a hunger strike."
"Yeah well Ghandi was fighting for WORLD PEACE, not protesting because he had to take out the trash!"
"Yeah well Ghandi was fighting for WORLD PEACE, not protesting because he had to take out the trash!"
(Insert name here) broke up with me, my life is officially over.
The teenage flair for dramatics is only paralleled in Shakespeare...and in "Thoroughbreds."
Like eat in the living room.
It's never too cold to be cool, right? Just let me get my spaghetti straps on real quick.
Doesn't matter if it was into the woods behind your house, down the road to your friend's house or just in a corner in the basement that's covered by pillows and blankets. Running away is running away.
Life can be hard, but know that we wholeheartedly advise against all forms of violence.