“I do want as many people to see it as possible,” Burstein said, “and I’m not approaching it with as much of a political agenda as more of an anthropological one. And I want to entertain people, I want to move them in the same way a fiction film would.”
That quote is from American Teen director Nanette Burnstein in a July 23 interview with the L.A. Times. It’s funny that she says that, because that lack of an agenda, or really, of any story to tell, was what struck me the most about Teen. You might be saying, “that’s exactly the point of a documentary” – to not have a story, but these days, it’s hard to think of any documentary that doesn’t either have a hard-line angle or agenda (Michael Moore) or at least document a specific event or set of events.
American Teen merely documents. The premise? To follow around a group of five (really four, but more on that later) archetypal high school students – the poster says it all – for their senior year. And so the film flutters about from one to the next as the days and weeks go by, slowly peeling away the layers of each’s personality. There’s no underlying goal for the film – merely to go where the kids lead it.
The L.A. Times article centers mostly on claims that American Teen was staged or “about Burstein’s uncanny ability to have her crews in just the right spots,” but such conspiracy theories ring pretty hollow, as the film show’s, if nothing else, how normal (and arguably boring) these kids are. That’s not necessarily a strike against them so much as it’s a validation of Burnstein’s response that the film is indeed true; after all, these kids aren’t turning tricks or doing meth – arguably, the biggest trouble any gets in is when “Rebel” Hannah misses so much school that she might be forced to repeat her senior year. The horror!
If there is any place for an angle to be found, it’s that the film, set in rural Indiana (population ~13,000) centers on and identifies most strongly with Hannah, describes herself as a “liberal in a conservative town.” Dying to move out of the Midwest and off to San Francisco, which she knows nothing about other than the fact that it’s got to be better than where she currently is, Hannah is the self-proclaimed oddball of the film (and her high school). I can’t help but wonder if Burnstein saw perhaps a bit too much of herself in Hannah, who is, amongst other things, an aspiring filmmaker. In and of itself, this is a relatively minor bias even if it is true, but it’s one that warrants mentioning nonetheless.
My bigger gripe with the film is even more trivial. As you can clearly see in the poster or in any other marketing material for the film, there are five students touted as the “stars:” the aforementioned Rebel Hannah, Princess Megan, Athlete Colin, Hunk Mitch and Geek Jake. However, one gets the feeling that Paramount Vantage really really wanted a little bit o’ beefcake to help sell the film, as Hunky Mitch is really a fifth wheel (if that), with the film never telling his story when it’s not peripheral to the other stars.
As I said, though, that’s small potatoes. Overall, American Teen shows us that, more than anything else, the kids are alright – at least the kids in a small, Midwestern town trying to find their way through the perils of high school and into college. But if they get out of line, they shouldn’t hesitate for one second to bring in this guy