![]() ![]() ![]() The first half is about partying at Harvard (ugh) and the second half takes a large nose dive into the (lack of) depth in the manic/depressive stage. The adaptation does have redeeming qualities, mainly in the five minute scene where Lou Reed is present, as the directing is good, it has a nice style, and the actors do what they can with their non-characters. ![]() There isn't much worse than being depressed and having to watch a bunch of youngsters shaking their pill bottles, making bad art, and constantly reminding you how their thirteen-years of existence are so much worse than yours. Not to mention her memoir spawned, what I call, Prosac-chic wherein rather than the famous CK heroin-chic style of the 90's was drastically changed to making depression into a hip thing. Wrutzel is a perturbing narcissistic and spoiled bitch with little, if any, depth that was showcased in her crude and idiotic article on David Foster Wallace's death, turning the saddest event in the literary world in decades and fashioning into a me-me article. The memoir, 'Prozac Nation', is competent enough to deserve to be in the cannon of memoirs on depression but it's really not that good. ![]()
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