Something about Submarine feels like opening a shoebox full of embarassing teenage memories. It’s awkward as hell. It’s hilarious. It’s tragic, but not in a sad sort of way. It’s a romp through the socially underdeveloped life of Oliver Tate and a few other characters who you grow to hate so much you love.
It’s a coming-of-age story, but it’s not about the beautiful process of growing up. It’s about the adolescent soup of arrogance, shame, bravado, insecurity, anxiety, and romance. The characters are deeply flawed but hilariously relatable. Somehow, perhaps thanks to Dunthorne’s razor-sharp wit, you end up rooting for these horrible people.
Originally posted at mossbiscuits.com.
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