By Brian Orndorf
Iâ€™ll give director Drew Barrymore this: she made Ellen Page appealing. â€œWhip Itâ€ takes the tart-tongued â€œJunoâ€ star to the crashinâ€™, smashinâ€™ world of roller derby for a coming-of-age dramedy that bites off a little more than it can chew. Energetically woven by Barrymore, the film suffers from an acute case of the adaptation blues, trying to cram in as many plot points as possible to fill its belly with caloric melodrama. Itâ€™s a diluted journey of feminine self-realization, better with bruises and teamwork than it is with pliable matters of the heart.
Bliss Cavendar (Ellen Page) is a small town teen from Texas dealing with her motherâ€™s (Marcia Gay Harden) nagging efforts to turn her into a beauty queen. Feeling more comfortable in combat boots than heels, Bliss finds her bliss when she happens upon a roller derby league in Austin, meeting the ladies of the Hurl Scouts, including Maggie Mayhem (Kristen Wiig), Bloody Holly (Zoe Bell), Smashley Simpson (Drew Barrymore), Rosa Sparks (Eve), and their coach, Razor (Andrew Wilson). Underage, Bliss lies her way onto the team, though her unexpected speed quickly wins her fans and the Hurl Scouts a few games. Leading a double life to keep her parents (also including Daniel Stern) away from her roller skating passion, Bliss (rechristened Babe Ruthless on the track) soon gets mixed up with a singer (Landon Pigg), alienates her best friend, Pash (Alia Shawkat), and finds the sanctity of her beloved sisterhood of brawlers threatened by Iron Maven (Juliette Lewis), a rival out to destroy the young star.
Written by Shauna Cross (adapted from her own 2007 novel), â€œWhip Itâ€ holds the raw materials to shape itself into a rousing statement of empowerment. In a year that has seen nearly every female-driven picture lose itself to mind-numbing romantic submission, â€œWhip Itâ€ promises early that itâ€™s going to be different, that it will allow Bliss to locate her emotional core without the need to cloud the bright blue sky of potential with formulaic drivel. In her feature-length directorial debut, Barrymore seizes true inspiration right out of the gate, building the first act of the film into a tingling journey of closeted rebellion finding a glad hand on the track. I adored how Barrymore carefully situated Bliss on the edge of maturation, finding the needs of her parents falling behind her as she comes to develop her own voice among her battered teammates, along with a claim made on her burgeoning sexual confidence.
It isnâ€™t long before Barrymore canâ€™t make up her mind what to do with Bliss. While punctuated with roller derby game footage (along with a much needed primer on how scoring works), â€œWhip Itâ€ doesnâ€™t seem fascinated with the sport, only the residual effects of the mascara-heavy revolution. I wanted more time with the Hurl Scouts, as only Maggie is allowed a life beyond the track to explore. Blissâ€™s interaction with her teammates is nominal, regulated to training, locker room banter, and a food fight, leaving Barrymore room to delve into clichÃ©d events that help harden Bliss, including a romance with emo star boyfriend, Oliver.
Conceived and photographed like a Mentos commercial, the romantic subplot strips away any value â€œWhip Itâ€ held as iconic clenched fist of empowerment. Hustling a boy in to complicate Blissâ€™s world is a lazy device to congeal the drama, a pain doubled by Piggâ€™s Carol Brady appearance and lousy acting chops. Oliver could be completely stripped out of the film without hurting Blissâ€™s arc, and Iâ€™m disappointed that Barrymore felt she needed to spend so much time on such obvious storytelling mechanics. Thereâ€™s so much with Blissâ€™s parents, teammates, and friends to explore that easily account for the emotional development requirement of the feature. Bringing in a â€œcuteâ€ guy who canâ€™t act needlessly stops the film cold, revealing Barrymoreâ€™s limitations as a filmmaker. In a story that appears to encourage the birth of individuality, adding a toxic dollop of contrived crush hysterics poisons all the good will.
â€œWhip Itâ€ rebounds with a familiar but compassionate finale that reinforces the fine, understated work from Page, who reveals a vulnerability I never knew she was capable of expressing. Sheâ€™s a wonderful human foundation for the punches, ironic heavy metal t-shirts, and hyperactive soundtrack cuts. The pleasures of â€œWhip Itâ€ outweigh the disappointments, but itâ€™s a photo finish. Barrymore has the eye and moxie to deliver screen delights with a considerable amount of flair, but she needs some encouragement in the bravery department.
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Against the Current - the band, not adventures in dangerous swimming 101
Zedd - If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? (Well, answer my question!)
Arrow (Okay, Felicity from Arrow!)
Chrissy Costanza (cat eyes and buttery lyrics!)
Girls (TV) (Okay, Allison Williams!)
Movies - especially when they play in the dark.
Twin Peaks (TV)
Friends (TV) (It had me at "No way are you cool enough to pull Clint"; damn straight, Chandler!)
Traveling - preferably where water is, so I can splash someone!
Star Wars trilogy - no, the other one, fella!
Alex G - far more talented than her younger brother Alex H
Cameron Crowe movies - Say Anything..., Jerry Maguire, Almost Famous
The sign 'Free Wi-Fi'.
Reenacting dance/song scenes from "Grease" with my little girl (hey! Wait till you see my 'Summer Lovin'! - don't judge)
Die Hard - 40 stories of Sheer Adventure!
Alex Goot & Friends (his enemies aren't half as talented!)
Cooking up a nice dish and sitting in the entertainment area, on a cool night, basking in it's greatness.
Inflatable kids pools full of Vodka Lime Crush.
Acidic Email from angry, over passionate teenagers after I trash something "Twilight"-related on the site. Sparkle elsewhere.
My baby girl's big, caring heart.