The story of a middle class
white girl who
feels restless to move out of Sacramento and is on a search to figure out who she is might resonate for many
young women out there and even some
young men, or those who came of age in 2002.
Krasinski sets himself up to fail, but I couldn't even
feel that good about saying, «Well, at least you tried,» because he makes so many choices I found excruciating: A Greek chorus made up of two guys talking about the female psyche drift in and out of the pastiches; a powerful monologue by Frankie Faison about the humiliating life of his father (a restroom attendant) is intercut with images of the father as a
young man standing in the latrine, proudly standing stock - still in his
white ice cream suit, while a dialogue ensues between the father of the past and the boy of the present that folds time in the most obvious, theatrical way you could think of.