A goodteenage
comedy should nail the particulars of high school life, a purgatory
period that remains rife with satirical potential generation after
generation. It should also satirize the society that promulgated the
purgatory. By those measures, Charlie Bartlett is a success. The adult problems it spoofs are magnified and distorted in the funhouse mirror of teen life.
In Charlie Bartlett, everyone
is troubled and seeking medication, whether licitly or illicitly,
pharmaceutical or otherwise. Their problems, however, aren’t resolved
through pills or liquor, but only deferred. Sometimes the druggy
therapy engenders its own problems.
Enter the movie’s titular
protagonist. Charlie (Anton Yelchin) is a beaming teenager with a
sparkling smile, scion of a super-rich family with brains to spare. His
problem, stemming from growing up almost exclusively with his mom (Hope
Davis), is that he just isn’t well liked by his peers. As a result of
his need to feel loved, or at least important, he conceived a series of
illegal schemes that resulted in expulsion from the private academies
he attended.
We meet him as he is being politely booted for
making counterfeit ID cards. As the chauffeur drives the Mercedes back
to the gated mansion, mom, coolly disapproving yet nonetheless
supportive, announces that no alternative remains but public school.
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