Movies like How to Talk to Girls at Parties are aimed at people like me (or people who are like me, but 10 years younger): Punks, weirdos, kids with dyed hair, heroic goths wearing all black on a hot summer day, teens making an argument for wearing combat boots to a wedding. I am you. Or, I was you.
Iām protective of punk, though I came to it in the ā90s. I never owned a studded belt, but Iāve moshed and fought and stood on cars. I forgot to put my facial piercings back in after work, but you can still see their scars. I donāt know what the experience of being a young male punk is like, but it seems like maybe I should at this point, because thatās the perspective we always seem to get. Whatās life like for this one regular punk guy? If you still donāt knowāif SLC Punk, Rude Boy, or Trainspotting didnāt tell youāthen How to Talk to Girls at Parties is here to tell you again.
How to Talk to Girls at Parties is also a bland disappointment, because it sounds so good in theory: Itās a cosmic alignment of director John Cameron Mitchell (Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Shortbus), actress Elle Fanning, and Xiu Xiu musician Jamie Stewartāall of whom converge to make a film adaptation of a Neil Gaiman short story. That sounds fun, weird, and like itās probably very sexy.
How to Talk to Girls at Parties is a bland disappointment, because it sounds so good in theory.
Alas, we experience How to Talk to Girls from the perspective of another middle-ish income, regular punk guy Enn (Alex Sharp), a non-person of a character. Enn goes to shows with a couple friends (one is taller and more aggressive than he is, one is shorter and more sensitive), and while trying to find an after party, they stumble upon a noisy, artsy gathering of what turns out to be a group of alien tourists. Zan (Fanning) is one of them, and Enn convinces her to leave her tour group and learn about āthe punkā with him. Thereās an implied handjob, and from there on out, itās Ennās job to spout punk clichĆ©s in an attempt to explain rebellion to his new girlfriend Zan.
Oh, and Nicole Kidmanās here too? Sheās flat-out unbelievable as a punk counterculture artist (sheās Nicole Kidman), but when she lets her regular Nicole Kidman shine through, I was pleased to have her aroundāitās impossible not to enjoy that particular thrill Kidman brings to the spine when she speaks with authority. Still, thereās something glib and offensive about her makeover of Zan, which transforms the innocent alien into a spotlight-ready punk singer. The supposedly improvised musical number that follows is the filmās most embarrassing low point.
None of this is Neil Gaimanās fault. Gaimanās 2006 story ends with a noise show/art party. Thereās no teaching Zan about rebellion, thereās no makeover, and thereās probably a reason the film immediately declines in quality once it goes off-book.
John Cameron Mitchellās subtle, comedic touches still dot the film, like the physical comedy of several dozen alien tourists tromping around in full-body Union Jack ponchos. This kind of stuff might fool you into continuing to stick around for a few more scenes, hoping the film will turn around. But How to Talk to Girls just continues to slide downhill at a steady pace. Itās like being in a slowly deflating bouncy castle: The expectation for bouncing is great, but the reality is increasingly hard, flat earth.