The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

This past weekend I went to my beloved Cinemapolis alone and snuggled up to The Perks of Being a Wallflower. In high school, I was in love with the novel. I had a crush on Charlie and imagined myself growing up to be Sam's best friend. Everything the characters said in the book was exactly what I wanted to hear. Needless to say, I brushed off old Smiths albums from record stores and sank away into myself...just as I did this past weekend.

As a sat alone in Theater Five with a small popcorn, I began to get a little nervous. Here I was -- twenty years old and a senior in college about to watch a storyline that resonated so much with my fourteen- seventeen-year-old self. The self that frequently stayed home on the weekends to listen to bands that were too sophisticated for her. The self that read Charles Bukowski and Sylvia Plath and was scared yet comforted to think that these might be her only friends. And the self that was never quite cool enough because it wasn't cool to publish poetry that you write (or to even write poetry). But this movie made me miss that me and I never thought anything could do that to me. 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is the type of film that will leave you dizzy while you smile and tear up at the same time. You may even leave the theater feeling like you are right next to your high school self. 

In The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Charlie's favorite Smiths song is Asleep. Mine in high school is below: