I have no desire to remember my eighth-grade self. If the new movie Eighth Grade captures what it’s like to be an insecure 13-year-old, I don’t want to see it. But, for those of you made of tougher stuff, the reviews are excellent.
The Atlantic calls it a “mesmerizing, heartfelt portrait of teenhood.”
Rolling Stone: “one of the best teen movies ever.”
Because of the movie’s “R” rating, actual eighth graders can’t watch it.
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