Insufferable pedantic parable about a first world generic white teenager devoid of any passions or interests in life. The film's ideology - conformity is bliss - is depressing. Even Woody Harrelson seems to have been replaced by a body snatcher. A far cry from Greta Gerwig's Lady Bird.
I wanted to love it, for the acerbic screenplay and nuanced performances. "The Edge of Seventeen" ventures into dark, stressful territory most 'teen comedies' wouldn't broach -- but it betrays itself when it shoehorns tacky 'teen comedy' elements into the narrative, at the expense of a consistent tone and natural character development. Still a special film, but it could've been so much more.
I connected with Nadine and thought I understood each of the feelings that she keeps storming all over the place. The ending could be too luminous or plain for some, but Hailee Steinfeld helped me buy into it. Haley Lu Richardson is radiant and Woody Harrelson's crude sacarsm works marvels when crossing fire with Nadine. Possible moral is: you may have to teach yourself to think outside of you if no one else did.
Hailee Steinfeld gives one of the most brilliantly committed and thoughtful performances I've seen in a coming of age movie, perfectly portraying Nadine - and by extension, all teenagers - as her own worst enemy. The short texting scene towards the end between Nadine and her mother beautifully illustrates the eternal parenting anguish of Letting Go.