Movie Reviews
Originally published on Thu October 6, 2011 3:34 pm
By Ian Buckwalter
It's probably appropriate that a film about adolescent identity crises has trouble figuring out what it wants to be. Much like puberty, Abe Sylvia's Dirty Girl is a mess of conflicting, confusing emotions. It starts out going for overtly campy satire — with limited success — before transforming into a heartfelt coming-of-age road movie with whimsical surrealist flourishes. This is a film that early on finds Dwight Yoakam washing his Cadillac in gratuitously sensual slow motion, and by its end finds room for after-school-special emotionalism.
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