Diada

Apart from the solid presence of Margarita Stoykova, it's just another misery story, but without the emotional effect because it's so clumsily and so dishonestly told. For one, we see the protagonist's inner state directly depicted in her scribblings, but what's even worse, any kind of problematic behavior seems to serve some very presentable purpose. Why is that now, huh? If Dida was using her body to buy herself booze instead of English lessons, would that have made her any less pitiable? Authors and audiences who cannot stand a real anti-hero only demonstrate how deeply uncompassionate they are. And I'm sick of how these self-proclaimed saints appropriate all the important topics and effectively take away the opportunity for real discussion. If you want a truthful coming-of-age drama, Kids is the obvious option, but for a more girly take, see the Israeli Six Acts.