February 6th, 2012
Young Adult
So while everyone else buggered off to have a fabulous (albeit somewhat chilly) time in North Wales at the SFXWeekender, I stayed home and sulked – I could only spare two days and would have spent most of them travelling, so I took an executive decision to give it a miss this time, especially as the book is at a delicate point. Happily I managed to get some non-sulking activity in, and one of the things I did was get to the movies.
I’d been kind of stoked to see Young Adult since last year – despite the fact that I have kind of a love-hate relationship with Diablo Cody. I loved Juno, but thought that while there were some really well-observed and sharp exchanges in Jennifer’s Body, there were also an awful lot of things that were quite poorly done.
Young Adult is more Juno than Jennifer’s Body. That said there are places where it fails to convince – the set piece party meltdown for one. What it does have, however, is Charlize Theron bringing her A-game in a big, big way.
She plays Mavis Gary, the dissolute YA authoress whose Sweet Valley High-esque series is now ending, and on which she has been little more than a ghostwriter anyway – writing to a strict “series bible” that has been drawn up by the woman whose name actually ends up on the cover. Drunk, depressed, and staring 40 in the face, she has never grown beyond her high school persona, and when she receives an email announcing that her old jock boyfriend and his wife have had a baby, she immediately resolves to go back to her little hick town and “rescue” both him and her golden youth.
It’s a lot of fun, but the really great moment is when she realises that what she has thought of as “our song” with her high school beau now has a completely different meaning for him, and her bewildered increduality, all rendered purely by her expression, just tells you all you need to know about Mavis.
There’s also a fabulous device, whereby Mavis narrates her novel as she writes it, and her current appalling life events are transmuted into trashy prose starring the impossibly perfect heroine of her YA series – the golden “Kendal Strickland” who bewails the fact that it is so lonely to be so beautiful and popular when surrounded by envious dullards. The prose is filled with the dialogue and voices Mavis pilfers from teenagers at the mall, and watching these bits reminds you, uncomfortably, that to write is to be a hairs-breadth from exposure every day of your life.
So, in a nutshell, problematical but so worth it.






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