Let’s play a game: would you rather be poked incessantly with sharp objects, or be forced to relive the eighth grade? You might need a minute to think it over. No one wants to be tortured, but eighth grade is a special kind of hell. It only lasts for one year; but what a socially awkward, puberty-riddled, emotionally agonizing year it is. Eighth grade blows, but now you can vicariously cringe your way through the gauntlet that is the last week of middle school for an earnest, 13-year old wallflower in director / writer Bo Burnham’s fantastic debut feature, Eighth Grade. He went back to eight grade, so you don’t have to.
Everyone reading this needs to go see the movie Little Miss Sunshine as soon as possible. It’s so hilarious and so heartfelt, it is just insane. It is even better than Napolean Dynamite, a film I’ve seen about 20 times and own on DVD. Just go; go now.