Probably the best movie about puberty I have ever seen. All the inner struggles and awkwardness of the heroine at the beginning are all empathetic, because I understand so much that I think the heroine's actions are so correct. When I saw that the hostess accidentally pressed the send button, facing the machine gun-like mouth guns of the elders, messing up the house and looking for someone I liked, I glanced at my mother with a guilty conscience, and said, I I like her very much. Because, all her impulses are to interpret the mood of the 17-year-old so reasonably. Who has never imagined that he is the one who is unique, and everyone else is a vulgar and taken for granted fool. Because I lost the person who can understand me best in the world, because I was betrayed and abandoned by my only friend, so, let alone giving up on myself, everything I do has nothing to do with my mother, brother, and good friends. You never care anyway. I guess, the heroine probably completed the necessary paths in the growth process with this kind of mood.
However, the reconciliation that finally grows is also very natural and convincing, and the cat loves the feeling of being petted, although it can fry. I thought I was isolated and abandoned, but in the end I found out that my brother has been protecting me, and my family is also going through the pain.
In the end, who doesn't like to live a simple and happy life, and someone who sparkles just happens to love you very much.
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