It’s unfortunate that we rarely receive honest, hilarious, relatable coming-of-age films nowadays. Luckily, when films like The Edge of Seventeen come along, they get the deserved attention. Seventeen has a familiar premise, but thanks to writer/director Kelly Fremon Craig‘s perspective, it conversely has a fresh approach. Because of the strong writing and performances, Seventeen lives in a class among the best like Mean Girls, Clueless, and Easy A.
To summarize, The Edge of Seventeen follows awkward high school student Nadine (Hailee Steinfeld) as she tries to create a social life for herself. Her best friend Krista (Haley Lu Richardson) starts dating her older brother (Blake Jenner), which drives a rift between the three. In the interim, Nadine befriends a more-awkward, show-stealing kid named Erwin (Hayden Szeto). She also seeks occasional advice from unconventional, crass teacher Mr. Bruner (Woody Harrelson).
As you read through my synopsis, you should recognize certain plot aspects. We’ve seen an uncomfortable teenager flounder through adolescence on film before. The witty, sometimes-rude teacher isn’t a new idea. The unassuming romance is definitely a trope in teen movies. However, the originality in dialogue and unique traits Nadine, Erwin, and Mr. Bruner possess elevate the film.
To obtain some appreciation for The Edge of Seventeen, I implore you to watch the hilarious red band trailer above. The charming, vulgar humor is immediately apparent and appreciated. This isn’t just true for the trailer, but for the entire feature. In the vein of Superbad, kids curse, and curse often in reality, but in Seventeen, conversations feel more realistic. Instead of aiming for the best gut-busting one-liner, the comedy flick opts for believability in its word choices.
Although the laughs are plentiful at the start, the final third act attempts to be poignant. While Nadine’s arc feels fulfilling, the resolution feels rather predictable and sudden. If you’ve seen one teen movie and watch The Edge of Seventeen trailer, you can guess the film’s ending easily. However, I feel the writing short-changes a particular character on closure that the audience would have welcomed. Regardless, the first two-thirds of the movie balance witty humor and character depth to cover for any finale weaknesses.
Backtracking to the performances, The Edge of Seventeen can certainly brag about its central cast. Hailee Steinfeld’s effortless skills would take years for any other actor to master. Woody Harrelson is impeccably utilized as the charismatic, sometimes-crude teacher. The star-making performance ultimately belongs to Hayden Szeto as Erwin Kim. He’s a love interest unlike any other in the teen comedy/coming-of-age genre. He acts so convincingly uncomfortable in his own body when trying to speak to Nadine. In every nervous twitch and stutter, I saw so much of my adolescent self in Erwin Kim. That earns the timid kid a spot as one of my favorite teen comedy characters to ever exist.
While the central cast’s performances are a bright enough highlight to drown out any criticisms, said criticisms still remain among the supporting cast. Kyra Sedgwick as Nadine’s eccentric mother, Mona, feels slightly mishandled. I’m unsure how the regular moviegoing audience will feel, but I yearned for more meaningful interactions between Nadine and Mona. Also, unfortunately Blake Jenner as Nadine’s older brother Darian simply couldn’t measure up to Hailee’s acting prowess when necessary. Haley Lu Richardson as Nadine’s best friend Krista eventually became moving background furniture after the first half of the movie. At times, I needed reminding that Nadine and Krista were even best friends.
While the supporting performances felt shallow for me, most of that fell on the writing of those characters instead of the actors themselves. The Edge of Seventeen definitely shows Kelly Fremon Craig’s endless potential as a writer, producer, and director, even if some areas could use improvement. Nonetheless, where Seventeen thrives is Craig’s grasp on the principal characters’ identities, the comedic timing, and the fluid pacing. Objections aside, the great outweighs the mediocre or questionable, which can 100% be attributed to Craig’s work.
Speaking overall, if you want a memorable cinematic experience to Mean Girls or Easy A (but R-rated), The Edge of Seventeen is absolutely for you. Prepare yourself for more gravitas behind its emotional moments than most of your standard teen comedies. What you’ll remember most though is the unique, charming, and relatable characters, and the unexpected laughs they bring.
Grade: B
Dear Amy (Ms. Poehler? I feel like I should possibly at least try to start out formally here, but that’s not really working, is it?),
You are so awesome.
I mean, you are awesome to a point I cannot entirely express. Not just for the fact that you are one of the funniest people in show business right now, that you were a long-time cast member on SNL where you got to follow in the footsteps of the amazing Jane Curtain as one half of the Weekend Update team, and you are the star of one of the most lauded TV shows currently running. I mean, that would kinda be enough right there, but you go beyond that.
You don’t take crap. In an interview from 2004, Tina Fey shared this story: Amy Poehler and I were in the airport last week in Toronto and we were getting hassled by this middle-aged businessman who was doing that thing that middle-aged businessmen do, being rude. And then Amy, in the middle of the airport, screamed, ‘Fuck you, you fuckin’ dick, you fuckin’ rich asshole.'” It’s one of numerous examples of you refusing to put up with bullshit.
You don’t shy away from the word “feminist,” in fact you fully embrace it and encourage other women to do so as well. Your series Smart Girls at the Party highlights and celebrates this fact, and is done so without being patronizing.
You don’t seem to buy into bullshit about “having it all” or “not having it all.”
You see the very, very real power in never losing the fiery little girl inside yourself who hasn’t been smacked down by societal rules about being ladylike and a good girl.
You got on stage with the motherfucking Foo Fighters and sang Joan Jett’s hit “Bad Reputation.”
Please enter the url to a YouTube video.This isn’t just mindless praise, Amy. Well, okay, it is praise, but it is not mindless. This the precursor to a desperate plea.
Let me train with you, Amy Poehler. Let me learn your ways.
Let me travel to your hidden mountain sanctuary and become your student. I am humble, I know I have much to learn and I am willing. Teach me how to be funny without being self-depreciating. Guide me so that I may hold my head high and be all right with being seen as bossy, a bitch, imperfect. Impart upon me your wisdom that I may use it to bring justice to this world.
Let me be your apprentice, your squire, your intern, your whatever is the least creepy of these options. Train me day in and day out until I am at risk of the student becoming the master and you have to put me down because I’ve taken your teachings to a place of darkness and evil.
Or, you know. Don’t. That’s cool, too.
Ashly is generally joking about stuff, but she’s not entirely kidding about this. If Amy Poehler wants to reach her she can try via Twitter, @newageamazon.