“Ghost World” (2001)
It’s wild to look back and see Scarlett Johansson as Becky with the mediocre hair. There’s also something that feels almost anthropological about “Ghost World,” that the film is a series of events that can’t quite be now that the internet is so prevalent, but look at these teenage girls browsing a video store! Johansson’s Becky and Thora Birch’s Enid are Tumblr edgelords waiting to happen: wielding their aesthetic as a weapon to slice through the bullshit of American consumerist culture, the smallness of their world post-high-school, and, eventually, each other.
But within the confines of this (haunted, haunted) world and the (breathtakingly, gloriously) sardonic dialogue that outwardly seems to be the star, Terry Zwigoff’s camera always finds just the right esoteric set detail to linger on, or the perfect song for Steve Buscemi to dance to. The work of the film is showing how these characters are trying, really, even when trying seems like the scariest possible thing. Framing up just how weird and awkward and vulnerable being alive is, Zwigoff’s furtive empathy for these characters set the template for alienated teens in 21st Century film. But few do it as well as the original. —SS