Ruth Reitan

movie of the year. about girls, for girls. all the freaking out, pearl clutching and pitchfork-waving shows just how much the patriarchy fears femininity, at any age.

oh c'mon. mildly annoying. and a good hour longer that it had either ideas or sentiment for. this is an internal monologue not a movie. disjointed and dull. good performances in a crummy script.