... that's a depressing movie.
They definitely *should* make a movie about me, because it would have, let's see... 1. troubled young adolescence rife with shaky camera angles and nightmarishly weird dream sequences, then a sort of documentary-esque panover of several years of anorexia, during which burgeoning relationships, male and female, all float away from the imploding lead. 2. A period of total meltdown, darker cinematography but with odd touches of whimsy or humor (cutting school to hang out in a bookstore? Really?) suddenly broken by such raw depictions of angst as to make your toes curl. Increasing isolation, minor psychotropic-drug-induced hallucinations. 3. Brief incarceration in a mental institution, also with moments of humor despite the weird darkness. The sense that the main character is in fact just fine, and sort of annoying, but aware of it. 4. A very funny scene in which the lead chooses to go to reform school rather than get up to go to Gym class at her current school. 5. A chaotic, tumultuous montage of said reform school, the ups and downs running together (being put on a 'mute' restriction and not allowed to talk; giving people orders in the kitchen; teaching a French class; being punished by eviction from her room and the requirement that she sleep in the hallway; she gets rid of her glasses and starts dressing well; makes friends; has to help everyone bleach the walls as a consequence; loses friends.... etc.), until finally she emerges as a battered but newly self-confident butterfly-like creature from the cocoon of her own neuroses. Cue college and happy music, and then a little blurb: By the time she was 21, (name) went on to win the Nobel Prize, published twenty-seven novels, cured cancer, and ended world hunger.
Now to get on that last bit in the next six months...
And I would play myself, obviously. Who else?