Movies about teenagers are tricky. Accurately capturing a combination of extreme boredom and hormone-driven melodrama is difficult. On top of that, real teenagers are often terrible, annoying people. It's not their fault, really; that's just what happens after you turn thirteen, because your life is a mixture of confusion, deep insecurity, falsified bravado, and sexting. Half the time you don't know what you're talking about, and you drive everyone over the age of twenty insane when you say things like "Now that I'm an adult" or "What's a VHS tape?" or "I can't wait for real life to start." Here's a tip, kids: real life started back when you were born, and it rushes by you with unrelenting speed. Really appreciate the fact that you don't have to pay an electric bill for this part of it.
But sometimes people get it right, or right enough that we can tap into our inner teenager once again and feel that mixture of nostalgia and utter relief of never having to do that again. Might The Myth of the American Sleepover manage it?
Of course, this is still a movie: that's why everyone's hair is so artfully disheveled. But the film's had promising early praise, so while it seems like it may drift ever so slightly into "insufferably cool teenager" territory, its low-key energy and leisurely pacing will hopefully hold it back from pulling a full-on Juno.