BRAT’s review published on Letterboxd:
flirting with disaster and getting away with it. looking for trouble and screaming when you find it. the endemically teenage desire to die for just a little bit of attention.
Smooth Talk hasn't left my mind since i watched it. laura dern has always been a superstar. at work yesterday, i found a joyce carol oates collection and read the short story it was based off of (Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?) on my 15-minute break. i read it in a big cold warehouse under dim lighting in a rundown office chair.
"But all the boys fell back and dissolved into a single face that was not even a face but an idea, a feeling, mixed up with the urgent insistent pounding of the music and the humid night air of July."
the sticky, familiar heat of these words warmed me up. reminded me of the restless sleepless nights and lazy sleepy days of teenage summers. how July melts fantasies into reality to the point that you don't know what you're really feeling. boredom? lust? melancholy? all you really know is a hollow ache.
i guess this isn't much of a review. more of a messy diary entry. but that's what both this film and this story feel like: a melting pot of feelings and desire and sweat and danger. specifically, an oxymoronic pastoral danger. a soft danger. a danger that, under the right circumstances, you could convince yourself isn't a danger, but an adventure. all you have to do is get in the car.