Youth in Revolt
For years, Hollywood has wrestled with adapting C.D. Payne’s 1993 novel, Youth in Revolt — actually, three novels were collected under one title, and so the possibilities were endless given 500 pages of material to mine.
In 1996, Fox filmed a pilot starring Chris Masterson as Nick Twisp, the 14-year-old, “I’m Single, Let’s Mingle” T-shirt-sporting, foreign-film-watching, Frank Sinatra-listening, Oakland-stuck virgin from Payne’s book. Jane Kaczmarek played his haggard, DMV-working mother. If that sounds familiar, it’s because both actors ultimately wound up playing son and mother on Fox’s Malcolm in the Middle. A bland sitcom that went unaired, Youth in Revolt perished, as did the next screenwriter hired to try again for MTV two years later.
Now comes writer Gustin Nash’s version. Nash, who penned Charlie Bartlett (making him 0-for-2 in the revolting youth sweepstakes), has severed the jokes and high jinks from Payne’s plain-yet-playful narrative with a dull ax. The surrealism and sensitivity of the novel, which spawned a cult of collectors, have been boiled down to what tastes like a pungent tweener formula. Payne may have exaggerated horny teen angst into slapstick and mayhem, but he did so effortlessly, earnestly. Nash and director Miguel Arteta try too hard; they want their movie branded a cult favorite before anyone has seen it.
Winded and weary from its long journey to a bigger screen, the three-books-in-one has been squeezed into a 90-minute Cliffs Notes version starring Michael Cera as Every Character Michael Cera Has Ever Played. And so the curse of translating Youth in Revolt for moving pictures lives on — yet another didn’t-get-it disaster.
Cera is at least allowed a few moments to break character when he assumes Nick’s alter ego, François Dillinger, who sports a wispy mustache and tight white slacks and smokes nonstop. He’s the devil on Nick’s shoulder who says what Nick doesn’t to get the girl, Sheeni Saunders (played by Portia Doubleday), and who does what Nick can’t (like stealing a car and a trailer precisely so he can get in trouble) and who is, by far, the most interesting character in a film lacking, well, character. During those few moments when Nick and François share the screen, Cera is having a blast; François uses his calm and confidence to squash the squishy Nick.
Alas, François is little more than a cameo appearance, and Nick’s other persona from the book — Carlotta, poor girl — is but a cheap disguise consisting, briefly, of a dress and a wig; oh, how hilarious. Nick has likewise been stripped of his eccentricities, his smarts, his specialness. Now he’s just another horny, too-smart movie teen doing whatever he can to get laid in between woefully animated sequences, surrounded by sketched-out weirdos, among them Steve Buscemi as his creepy dad with the bimbo gal pal; Ray Liotta as a fascist cop in line to sleep with his mom (Jean Smart); and Erik Knudsen as Lefty, so named because that’s the direction in which his dick bends.
The movie opens with Nick masturbating beneath his bed sheets, after which he puts on a Francis Albert record and pines for a yesteryear he has never known. He’s trapped in suburbia with his worn-out mom and her no-account boyfriend, Jerry (Zach Galifianakis in what amounts to a bit role), who has just swindled sailors by selling them his piece-of-crap car. Upon the sailors’ return, the threesome decamp for a trailer park in Northern California, where Nick meets Sheeni. But when Nick returns to Berkeley, he does what he can to get back to Ukiah and his Sheeni; thus begins a series of wacky misadventures. It’s just a jarring jolt from one escapade to another, interrupted by the needlessly crammed-in cartoons that serve solely as pointless non sequiturs (or, more likely, distractions).
Arteta should have known better. The director makes a valiant attempt, in fleeting fits and starts, to wring some truth and earnestness from Nash’s screenplay. But he is ultimately sabotaged by a screenplay that mistakes nasty for witty and clever for thoughtful. One suggestion: Watch Greg Mottola’s Adventureland.