This movie probably was meant to be a "portrayal of the hell and insecurities that the unattractive and misunderstood go through during that strange transition to junior high and puberty". I took this quotation from a user-comment on "Welcome to the Dollhouse". But this one by far does not reach the quality of Todd Solondz' film. Every time you start to feel some compassion for the main characters, there's another episode of the useless framestory (Charlie Brown and the redhaired girl meet again in their late thirties...). This movie is not the reconstruction of an ugly era (the mid-70ies), it's rather a case of making a story from memory-errors. There aren't any romans left who could laugh about the decoration in "Quo Vadis?" or "Gladiator", but some of us still remember the seventies (at least I hope so).
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