30-Second Synopsis: Best friends Leah and Katie (Morgan Saylor and India Menuez, respectively) move into a new apartment in New York City. Their housewarming party quickly runs out of drugs, and Leah, with a mischievous smirk, decides to buy more from the neighborhood guys loitering around the stoop across the street. One of the guys on the stoop is cute! They mess around. They get super-fucked up. Something really bad happens. Jail. More drugs. More partying. Pleading with lawyers. Bad things keep happening. It feels, for a fleeting moment, like everything might be OK, but then it isn't. Credits roll.
Why People Are Up in Arms About It: White Girl manages to be a gritty arthouse film on par with movies from some of the most-talked about indie auteurs working today (see the next bullet point), but Wood's female gaze brings something entirely new to the genre. Her nuanced take on sexuality, vulnerability, recklessness, and privilege is an underrepresented one—and it's deeply felt.
Film People are Rightly Comparing It To: Harmony Korine's generation-defining Kids (1995).
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Number of Deeply Creepy Bosses: 1.
Number of Ill-Advised Hookups: Stopped counting at 7.
Number of Ill-Advised Hookups With the Deeply Creepy Boss: 3 (or maybe 4? Honestly, I had to stop counting so I could focus on watching the movie).
Best "My Best Friend Knows Me" Moment: When, mid-bender, Katie announces to the dealers that Leah "clearly loooooves drugs."
Go See It If: You're looking for something to persuade you to cut down on your partying.
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