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BY JOE TYRRELL NEWJERSEYNEWSROOM.COM Silver screen REVIEW
Charlize Theron's new movie, "Young Adult," serves as seasonal cinematic mouthwash, clearing away the leftover recess spirits. The element of surprise makes it more bracing, because it comes packaged as an innocuous mythical comedy.
As Mavis Gary, a ghostwriter of preppy romances aimed at teen girls, Theron seems as loaded as a blonde, beautiful, well-off denizen of the fairly big city of Minneapolis might look forward to be. But her life is like that box of chocolates: under the smooth exterior, there's a mix of bad choices, outdated tastes and nuttiness that might rupture a molar.
When me meet her, she's leaving her cleanly minimalist apartment, packing her lapdog into a schemer bag, and driving her Mini Cooper out on the highway to a land of a strip malls and wonderful stores. In other words, she's headed to her smallish, all-American hometown.
The only opposite note is that her car is still equipped with a tape player. And Mavis keeps hitting rewind to replay "The Concept" by Teenage Fanclub. For those whose memories have blurred, the refrain is, "I didn't demand to hurt you oh yeah... I didn't want to hurt you oh yeah.
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