Last night, I watched the movie
Thumbsucker. I put the movie in my queue because, of course, Keanu. My eye candy. But I was pleasantly surprised that it was actually a pretty decent movie. (Keanu's performance wasn't exactly awe inspiring, but it was a departure from his typical roles, at least.) The movie also won a few independent film awards and had a few noms for best performances.
In the Netflix description, it sounds like a movie about a 17 year old kid trying to shake his thumbsucking habit. And on the surface, it is. But it's really a modern day coming-of-age movie, including teen angst, Ritilin, experimenting with, er, physical relations (don't want to say the "s" word on the blog, or I'll get 10X more spam than I already do), and public humiliation. All of these things are part of what helps the MC grow up.
Thumbsucker is a psychological-focussed film, in that it delves into in the concept of how the hell kids learn to deal with stuff when their parents don't have any clue how to. It's also an interesting look at how parents who are loving, caring and generally good parents, are not immune to the confusion that comes with being responsible for the moral, emotional and practical development of their kiddos.
Some might find it boring; there isn't a whole lot of action. And there's only one scene that is even slightly gross. It's not quite a chick-flic, but is somewhat heavy and thought-provoking. Not even a tear-jerker. Just an interesting snapshot into an interesting time in the MC"s life, and how he fixed (or didn't fix) his problems.