He was crippled, But only his body was cracked. It’s not simple, Nor is an easy matter to explain. Lets just leave it at that she says, And closes the holy book of lies. She covers her eyes, denying to herself What she thought happened.
The movie Thirteen.. about two thirteen year old girls drugging, stealing, cutting, fucking, sneaking around. I’ve seen this movie so many times I could reenact it in my sleep. My home girl I grew up with, kinda came into the drug world together (at you guessed it, 13) used to watch it and joke at how Evie and Tracy were just like us. It was just funny, no big deal. But it was unfortunately true. Well I’m not 13 anymore, many long long years have passed. Home girl got out of the life before it ever really got to a dangerous point. Sober and done by 15.. needless to say, just look at my blog, I didn’t.. we used to love this movie, enjoyed it because we related to the fun. Now I think if I watched it, I’d break down in tears. Because that was me.. accept no one intervened and stopped me.. I know I grab the tv screaming, begging, sobbing, pleading, “turn around! Put it down now, please, it isn’t worth it… it gets so, so much worse….”
Well fans of the movie, wanna see what became of Evie? Walking away, Scott free, just to continue down the same damn road? Well this is it. Come look. It’s not a party, and it’s not fun. Spoiler alert guys: Queen B drops out of school, becomes a stripper and a junkie. And it’s no feel good film. This is a tragedy….
Thirteen is an emotionally draining, scary and overwhelming film. It is incredibly well-acted and well-written and it’s definitely not your average teen flick; it might just scare you out of ever talking to a teenager. Thirteen is a bit like last year’s Spring Breakers, but in my opinion, better. I liked Spring Breakers, but here we have a similar visual style and a similar message, but you actually care about the characters, and they’re all well-defined and complex. I understand that the characters where intentionally shallow and undefined in Spring Breakers, and I respected that difficult angle to make a film from. However, when it boils down, you just don’t care as much. In Thirteen, you care. The characters’ actions affect one another emotionally, mentally and psychically, and the two titular thirteen-year-olds’ down-spiral is depicted unflinchingly and completely unromantically.
Sure, Thirteen may not be making any more deep statements beyond its obvious indictment of youth depravity, but I don’t think that it’s out to make any statements beyond that one. It’s just a portrait of cultural collapse and how it affects everyone involved, and writer/director Catherine Hardwicke does such an effective and compelling job of showing this that it completely justifies the film’s lack of an original message or theme. The editing, cinematography and music are all perfect for the mood of the movie; the washed out aesthetic vividly brings out superficial notions as well as fierce emotions, and the ADHD-suffering camera is always moving - always on some sort of a dangerous, jittering high.
Thirteen is anchored by three magnificent performances - those of Evan Rachel Wood, Nikki Reed and Holly Hunter. Reed is the perfect bad influence, and really sinks her teeth into the role. Wood gets to go crazy here, and her astonishing psychical performance is second only her emotional performance. Nothing is ever enough, she’s always on the brink of breaking down, and she can only satisfy her debauchery-fueled needs with the very things that make those needs worse and worse. Holly Hunter brings incredible depth to her role, and really ties the film together - giving it an emotional core and a heartbreaking edge.
This is an intense film that will leave you drained. It’s filled with surprising amounts of depth, artistry and insight, and it’s a riveting and unforgettable experience from start to finish.