People who live in a Glass House shouldn't throw stones, but that doesn't stop Leelee Sobieski from spitting venom at her teachers, parents and anyone else who won't listen to her plight as a misunderstood, black-clad, obituary-writing, Cupie-doll-mutilating Goth teenager. Her coming-of-rage tale lightens up when she meets stiff 49-year-old suit-store owner Albert Brooks, who hires, and more importantly, befriends her.
When not answering questions about their friendship from creeped-out bystanders, the two trade secrets, try new things and stop acting their respective ages long enough to experience life's little moments. Sobieski reaches for that dramatic depth we all knew she had in her--especially toward the tearjerking end--while Brooks' comedic side is intact as a lovable grump. First-time feature helmer Christine Lahti holds it together well, making her first movie a welcome one.