And this marks the end to Charlie's letters with his imaginary friends. For most of it, Wallflower is another typical film depicting the pains of American teenagers that I can't quite comprehend. Perhaps I am the kind that forgets what it's like to be 16 when I turn 17, not to mention that I am now a 19 year old turning 20. Exaggerated, unbearable, and invincible fears are stories of yesterday. Now and then they manage to escape from the tightly sealed chests to haunt me at night, but I know I will be okay when I wake up simply because I have went through them and their little tricks can scare me no more. And that's how it will go for Charlie, for Sam, for Patrick and for all the rest of us.
It sinks deep down into the water and rests in peace.
My favorite part of the movie is when Sam opens her arms in empty air when they are speeding through the tunnel,listening to the perfect song whose name they don't know. A bit dramatic I'd say, but the fact is we, the audience love this. We buy the unexplained behavior, the unexcusable speeding on highway, even the anonymous song because the inexplicable is our youth. We enjoy being a bunch of clowns laughing and crying at the same time in this ridiculous show we call life and in a even more ridiculous stage we call the world. And the thing that is so amazing about it, is that even though they may be forgotten, or more luckily, stories mentioned at reunions tomorrow, the moment here, now, grasped tightly in your hands, they are inifinte. WE ARE INIFINITE.
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