Review: The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I wanted to write something that could convey how important this film is but I know that I will fumble it up so bear with me. Sometimes it's just hard to tell of something so important and so affecting as I fear that I would lose some of the magnitude of how it has made me feel in the process.

Since I watched the movie, I have been racking my brain as to why I am so affected by it when I have no real traumatic experience to speak of and despite being odd, I have managed to make friends in school. But then I realized, I have always felt that I was different. I had friends in school but never really the ones that I open up to and despite the amiable exterior which I allow people to see, I have always kept a part of myself hidden and available only when I am alone, drowning in my own thoughts.

I guess it wouldn't be apt to call this piece a review, rather an introspection and a way to maybe figure out why this film feels so significant.

This is the best that I can come up with.

When I was younger I was too mental and often depressed. Not the clinical type of course because I live in Pinas. While locking yourself up for days and refusing to talk to anyone might have warranted a visit to the shrink in the US, here you only get scolded because you're nag-iinarte and are told to get your act together. Of course since I was mostly living alone since I was 16, nobody really noticed anyway.

I have always had this part of me that prefers being alone rather than be with random people. I have always kept a safe distance from classmates when I was in school and workmates later on in life. Whenever human interaction felt too much for me, I'd usually end up skipping school or work and just wander off alone somewhere. I finally found an ideal job where I don't have to deal with people directly and mostly interact online. I have also found a partner that gets how I am and that also helped tons. Even now when I am well attuned to what is and what isn't socially acceptable, I sometimes still find myself just wandering away when I feel overwhelmed. Funny story, my partner used to hold on to all my money and wouldn't even give me  cab fare when we go out just so I wouldn't be able to walk out if I felt like it.

I guess that part of me understood Charlie. The part that retreats inside and the part that doesn't quite know how to act in front of people. And while I have managed to somehow perfect my facade and act normal most of the time, I find solace in the fact that there is this character - even if he is just a figment of someone else's mind, that is not too different from me. That just gave comfort - the way writing to an imaginary friend comforted him.

When Charlie took that final drive with his friends, he said, "I can see it, this one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, and you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world and in this moment I swear we are infinite.” As I wipe my tears, I think, there's hope for people like me yet.

Rating: 4.75/5

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  1. I hate the length constraints of your comments section so I just posted my comment as a note on FB. I wanted to post it here na lang sana because of all those stupid ppl in FB lol


  2. Pahabaan daw kasi tayo ng sinabi :))

  3. One of my favorite films of the year because of how it captures all of the painstakingly heartfelt emotions of high school, and just growing up in general. And yes, I did a shed a tear or two. Great review.



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