This film has amazing parallels to Mean Girls given how much you spend of its running time crying. Deborah Haywood seems like some kind of mash-up of Wes Anderson and Ken Loake in a combination that is very surprisingly powerful. This is one of the bleakest [new] films I have seen in years.
PIN CUSHION begins so nauseatingly twee that I felt like a cornered animal, and the funny thing is: it absolutely continues to be twee in its way but starts to becomes so utterly bleak and agonizing that I couldn't help but perk up a bit. It eventually dawned on me that maybe you do kind of have to take a path as twisted as this one to properly impart how utterly vile it is to be a teenager. Solid misdirection.