I'm not sure, honestly, what to make of Nanette Burstein's documentary American Teen, in which she heads out to Warsaw, Indiana, to chronicle a year in the life of seniors at a local high school, which is predominantly white, middle class, and apparently as bland as the day is long. I could complain about Burstein's decision to concentrate on easy stereotypes, but in context the film's title actually announces its homogenous intentions. Burstein's not particularly interested in class, politics, or culture. What she does instead is isolate certain types - the basketball player, the videogame nerd, the popular girl, the artsy outsider -- and then try to show the layers of experience that shape their behavior in unexpected ways.
Whether she's successful in this is
debatable. Megan is cruel, self-centered, and maybe bigoted -- but
there's a tragedy in her family's past that reveals the pressure
that's put on her to succeed. Hannah is smart, creative and
rebellious -- but when her boyfriend dumps her, she turns into a
pathetic, gibbering wreck and refuses to return to school. And so on.
There is bad behavior, but there are mitigating factors. Rinse, repeat.
The idea is that if you look beyond the stereotype, you'll find a
complex and surprising individual with her own strengths, shortcomings,
and insecurities.
The problem is that American Teen is so aggressively a narrative film that it feels compromised as documentary. It's expertly edited, but in a way that keeps calling attention to the kind of material that isn't included. There are jaw-dropping moments, to be sure: When Megan goes out and spray-paints "FAG" on the window of another student's home, you have to wonder at the exhibitionist tendencies that would allow her to do that on camera, and it's certainly interesting to see the non-response response of the school administrator who actually uses the term "slap on the wrist" when discussing punishment. (She's on her way to Notre Dame, see, and it would be a shame if she earned a bad reputation that screwed that up.) But what about the kid who earned Megan's wrath by pushing a jungle prom theme through student council and relegating Megan's Asian design to the dustbin? And what about the myriad teens who don't fit Burstein's thesis statement?
From self-congratulation and cruelty to self-pity and miserablism, the film prizes prima donna behavior and, with the exception of the pointedly acne-ridden Jake, good looks. Occasionally I noticed the quieter, less-attractive -- dare I say heavier? -- students who appeared, briefly, in the margins of the frame, and I wondered what they had to say. Is everyone in Warsaw hung up on prom and the impending college years? Is nobody more worried about holding down that part-time job at the Stop & Save to help make ends meet at home? I kept thinking of the superior documentary TV series Nimrod Nation, which does have its shortcomings (at times it feels like an slow-motion variant on Friday Night Lights) but acknowledges the social and political context -- anybody's hometown has a political dimension if you look for it -- that goes unexplored in Burstein's film. On the evidence, she figures neither her documentary subjects nor her audience gives a tinker's damn about such stuff.
It would be churlish to deny that Burstein gets some of it right. She's collected some compelling footage, documenting everything from underage alcohol consumption to the behavior of the garden-variety nerd on a date. (Refreshingly, the poor guy comes across as a complete clod -- you feel for him, but no way would you want to go out with him -- and it's OK, because you can also see him learning from and growing with the experiences.) I was especially taken, and I'm sure this is by design, by the story of heartbroken Hannah, the archetypal free spirit who just wants to get the hell out of this Middle America where she dwells not by choice but by birth. (As Lou Reed once sang/spoke, "There's only one good use for a small town: You hate it, and you know you'll have to leave.") But too much of the behavior Burstein collects and displays is not just one-dimensional but also unpleasant. I felt really bad for the poor girl who gets hung out to dry after a topless photo she sent to two friends makes its way around the entire school, drawing jibes that are as crude and hurtful as they are frankly puritanical in origin. Burstein fuzzes out the tits, yes, but in giving those remarks this kind of platform -- even if you believe the film is critical of them, it essentially amplifies them and archives them for posterity -- I have to wonder whether her film is doing more harm than good. Kids are mean, sure. But sometimes this movie feels a little too much like being in high school again. C+
The problem is that American Teen is so aggressively a narrative film that it feels compromised as documentary. It's expertly edited, but in a way that keeps calling attention to the kind of material that isn't included. There are jaw-dropping moments, to be sure: When Megan goes out and spray-paints "FAG" on the window of another student's home, you have to wonder at the exhibitionist tendencies that would allow her to do that on camera, and it's certainly interesting to see the non-response response of the school administrator who actually uses the term "slap on the wrist" when discussing punishment. (She's on her way to Notre Dame, see, and it would be a shame if she earned a bad reputation that screwed that up.) But what about the kid who earned Megan's wrath by pushing a jungle prom theme through student council and relegating Megan's Asian design to the dustbin? And what about the myriad teens who don't fit Burstein's thesis statement?
From self-congratulation and cruelty to self-pity and miserablism, the film prizes prima donna behavior and, with the exception of the pointedly acne-ridden Jake, good looks. Occasionally I noticed the quieter, less-attractive -- dare I say heavier? -- students who appeared, briefly, in the margins of the frame, and I wondered what they had to say. Is everyone in Warsaw hung up on prom and the impending college years? Is nobody more worried about holding down that part-time job at the Stop & Save to help make ends meet at home? I kept thinking of the superior documentary TV series Nimrod Nation, which does have its shortcomings (at times it feels like an slow-motion variant on Friday Night Lights) but acknowledges the social and political context -- anybody's hometown has a political dimension if you look for it -- that goes unexplored in Burstein's film. On the evidence, she figures neither her documentary subjects nor her audience gives a tinker's damn about such stuff.
It would be churlish to deny that Burstein gets some of it right. She's collected some compelling footage, documenting everything from underage alcohol consumption to the behavior of the garden-variety nerd on a date. (Refreshingly, the poor guy comes across as a complete clod -- you feel for him, but no way would you want to go out with him -- and it's OK, because you can also see him learning from and growing with the experiences.) I was especially taken, and I'm sure this is by design, by the story of heartbroken Hannah, the archetypal free spirit who just wants to get the hell out of this Middle America where she dwells not by choice but by birth. (As Lou Reed once sang/spoke, "There's only one good use for a small town: You hate it, and you know you'll have to leave.") But too much of the behavior Burstein collects and displays is not just one-dimensional but also unpleasant. I felt really bad for the poor girl who gets hung out to dry after a topless photo she sent to two friends makes its way around the entire school, drawing jibes that are as crude and hurtful as they are frankly puritanical in origin. Burstein fuzzes out the tits, yes, but in giving those remarks this kind of platform -- even if you believe the film is critical of them, it essentially amplifies them and archives them for posterity -- I have to wonder whether her film is doing more harm than good. Kids are mean, sure. But sometimes this movie feels a little too much like being in high school again. C+
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