


Diary invites us to see Minnie the way she sees herself. So many movies show teenage girls as men see them, as objects of someone else’s desire instead of agents of their own. And that might be the best thing about Diary, how it takes a story we think we know - older man seduces innocent girl-child - and holds it up to the light for a closer examination, allowing that someone inside that experience can have a valid interpretation of those facts that doesn’t align with our expectations. Monroe is a predator, but Minnie doesn’t see herself as a victim - at least, this girl who regularly asserts that she is “a fucking woman” would be insulted to hear anyone categorize her that way. But Diary allows that Minnie can be on the prowl for a multitude of things at once, that she can want sex as in end unto itself, or that she can really be wanting attention, or love, or to be wanted. Minnie gets the coming-of-age treatment so rarely offered to girls in movies: She has sex, she likes it, and whatever the fallout is - and, as you can imagine considering the circumstances, there is considerable fallout - it doesn’t leave her wrecked. Diary was adapted by Marielle Heller, in 2010, as a play Heller directs the movie version, in theaters now. And that he is Minnie’s mother’s boyfriend.ĭiary is based on Phoebe Gloeckner’s 2002 graphic novel of the same name, which in turn is based largely on Gloeckner’s own life.

Holy shit.”Ī few minutes later, we find out that the man with whom she had sex, Monroe (Alexander Skarsgard), is much older than she is. Fifteen-year-old Minnie (Bel Powley), spring in her stride, tells us in a voiceover that she just lost her virginity. The Diary of a Teenage Girl starts with a triumph.
