Teenage Dirtbag

Have you ever felt so close to movie characters, like they were your friends and you were there? Teenage Dirtbag's been on my mind since I watched it last Sunday. And though technically not perfect, what I love about it is the way it made me feel. It's real, touching, and at the same time very frustrating, that I need this outlet. It is one of those films that affected me hard and left me thinking...a lot.

To give you an idea, here's a synopsis from IMDB:

A popular high school girl (Amber) is harassed by a delinquent boy (Thayer Mangeress) until they are placed in creative writing class together. Through written words, they create a bond, but tragically a bond that cannot withstand her social pressures or his brutal home life.

There's that word--tragically--so don't be deceived because it's set in high school. Nevertheless, don't be discouraged to see it. This little indie film is the best story I will never get the chance to read, unless they release a copy of the screenplay. Seriously, I would really like to read what was on the girl's mind the whole time.

Then there was this scene when both students were going to the 'office'. Amber asked Thayer if the school authorities ever did anything to repeat offenders. The answer was no, they didn't do anything. Sad if that's what happens in real life. I was hoping the creative writing teacher would reach out, but we get nothing from him. It's a theme that runs throughout this work: reaching out.

The film was 'inspired' by true events and the director's experiences in high school. And from what I've read in the comments section in Youtube, Thayer's character was based on a Terry 'Bear' Mangeris.

One other thing that played with my imagination is the fact that Thayer, below

Scott Michael Foster (actor and singer) could totally play Gram Parsons.

looks like this man, Gram Parsons, one of my favorite musicians, another tragic figure. As a result, he's on repeat.

So all I'm actually saying here is that the movie is beautiful. You'd only have to go through what others have to say... 

A bit of poetry from the movie:

Mad, mad thoughts. 

Crazy, twisted, sinewy.

Mad obsession, you sicken me.

You're so beautiful, love.

I grind you into a fine, soft powder,

And inhale you,

And then lick you off of my fingers.

You love, answer me.

Your face brings me death every day,

And every day I can't wait to die.

Bury me now, love.

Bury me now.

Watch, love.