Getting the link for this movie was rather like receiving an unexpected birthday present from an old high school friend. It gave me the strange feeling that someone else was remembering a part of my past--embarrassing, yet totally great. I would guess this movie is best enjoyed by former riot girls with a sense of humor. Because now we know what it's like to watch the artistic sweater unravel. And it's not pretty. Personal nostalgia aside, the actors who play the Girls of the Guitar Club are pretty dead-on with their earnest music-making/therapy sessions. I guess this movie may strike the same chord of familiarity for, uh, "mature" indie rock/punk girls that High Fidelity did with geeky record store boys. Too bad we only get fourteen minutes to relive the pimpled glory of our youth.
