Small town BFFs get into big trouble in this high quality yet overlooked drama about disaffected youth. How disaffected? Both girls are from troubled households, though one has a good head on her shoulders. The other? A “cutter” and Mean Girl extraordinaire. Together they anchor a terrific indie drama.
Juno Temple plays the Mean Girl, bent on torturing herself and most everyone in her orbit. It’s a startlingly great performance, ugly and sexy at the same time. The movie revolves around her relationships. She and her Mother have mastered the art of saying hurtful things to each other. She’s also mastered the art of guilt-tripping her BFF into doing things for her that she’d never reciprocate. Indeed, everything she does and everything she says is for her.
The first kiss comes 27 minutes into Little Birds, an important detail in a girls’ coming-of-age movie. Juno Temple’s character meets a sensitive skateboarder with scars of his own. Grace notes like that stud the movie, elevating it from mere exploitation into something approximating young-adult literature.
Rookie writer-director Elgin James is a name to keep in mind given this exceptionally strong first movie. Hollywood must disagree, as his IMDb filmography shows no sophomore effort in the offing. Pity.
Juno Temple opens the movie nude in the bath, dreaming about drowning. It’s that kind of edgy movie. She goes on to give a masterclass performance in self-absorbed, self-pitying and self-justifying behavior. Young Miss Temple – Think she likes being called that? – is an actress of note. Major note.
Kay Panabaker is nearly as impressive as her BFF, a pretty girl who gets put down for not being pretty. Looks matter more than brains to this crowd, only Panabaker’s character sees through that. She’s smart and strong, good thing for everybody who matters. Miss Panabaker’s also an actress of note.
Leslie Mann plays Juno Temple’s Mom, so you have two smoking divas emotionally abusing each other. It’s not clear which is the victim, though each is convinced it’s her. Mann mostly plays it straight in hubby Judd Apatow’s comedies, so is practiced at the art of faux family drama. She delivers it well.
Kate Bosworth plays her hottie sister, caught in her own domestic hell. Bosworth has a moviestar’s visage and a natural delivery. She’s slumming here, yet helps her career in supporting turns like this, jumping off the screen each time she comes on. A star is a star.
Neal McDonough and David Warshofsky play the men in Kay Panabaker’s life. McDonough runs a barn where she works, making him the one solid and supportive person in her life. It’s always nice to see McDonough do a straight-up likable role, though you half expect a curve. Warshofsky plays her Father, a broken man albeit not a bad one.
Kyle Gallner plays the nice guy Juno Temple falls for. Too bad he runs with a bad bunch led by Chris Coy. Gallner is an actor who mostly does horror, but plays like a real guy here. Coy plays horror and indie-drama, here showing his criminal side.
Let’s not forget the following cast credits.
Keeping it real.
Elgin James qualifies as an auteur for not only writing and directing Little Birds, but even writing and performing most of the songs. He’s made an outstanding film, trenchant and evocative, sensitive and tough, enlightening and frustrating. More please.
He’s fashioned a classical drama, anchored in a down-and-out town just a couple hours drive from the Gotham of L.A. A pair of mature teens chafe at their lives, especially the shaky parenting guiding them. Touching on the scourge of self-harm (cutting in this case), parents who value their kid’s friendship more than their respect, and even the craven acts of big city runaways, Little Birds punches above its weight, damn near justifying a title change. How about Heavy Hitters instead of Little Birds? It just happens to be about a couple of girls from Nowheresville who find their way to Gotham Gomorrah.
Random Notes from the Credits
Side-boob is the only nudity, as I recall. But Sex at a mere 2.4 doesn’t cancel out Violence at 2.6 and Rudeness at 2.8. Sordid indeed. The fact that it’s about teens, chalk that up to society these days.
The brutal violence is seen and unseen, the latter including a girl who is a self-harming cutter. Mercifully we’re only shown the scars on her legs, not her in the act of mutilating them.
Two questions about the movie’s underlying reality.