The debut work of an American female director is very delicate. The tone of the film is set in the hippie style of the 1970s, chaotic, absurd, but finally moved.
Minnie is a fifteen-year-old girl who doesn't understand what's going on with her life and is always filled with dissatisfied loneliness. She craves sex when mom's boyfriend flirts playfully at her.
She was so desperate to be loved, and when she had sex for the first time, she was satisfied and began to demand frantically. But gradually sex also became empty, and her mother's revenge and incomprehension, the betrayal of her homosexual object, and the cover up and unwillingness of the old gun friend made her realize that this is not the method of self-salvation. .
When she was disheartened, she received a letter from the idol artist, telling her to paint what she wanted and keep going.
"Maybe no one loves me,
maybe no one will ever love me,
but maybe it's not about being loved."
Growth is never about being loved, but learning to love yourself. Seventeen-year-old Minnie learned this, in tragic and brilliant ways.
The life of such an American girl may be too far from ours (after all, our mother does not seem to have a boyfriend), but I still have deep blessings and envy for the growth of a fifteen-year-old girl.
There are many ways to grow up, but it's too hard to truly learn to love yourself.
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