The past few years have been a tremendous time for coming-of-age films. From Short Term 12 to The Spectacular Now to The Way, Way Back (and even films like Spring Breakers), some of my all-time favorite movies have chronicled teenagers growing into adulthood and becoming the people they were destined to be.
I thought for sure that Me and Earl and the Dying Girl would fall into this category. A couple of film-obsessed teens testing the limits of their friendship by being forced to deal with inevitable death for the first time? Sign me up! That’s why it was such a shame that the film just felt so forced.
Everything is a little too twee (and not always in a charming way like most of Wes Anderson’s movies), a little bit cold, and a little bit off. There’s a lot to love in Me and Earl and the Dying Girl, but the total package never comes together in a way that lands the film in the pantheon of recent coming-of-age greats.
I wanted to love this movie. I really did. I opened my heart to Me and Earl and the Dying Girl, but it wasn’t ready to love me back. And that’s okay — that’s what coming-of-age is all about. But as far as watching this movie is concerned, I regretfully say it is not worth your time.