this movie be horrible . or be horrible and i should say and a i be sure it be still play at a theatre near you . basically and yes i need a new paragraph for this i simply can not stand it when a movie be not a movie and but instead a stock car race of plot vehicle vroom around a track and race to get to the great and meaningful and dramatic and thematic finish . to wit represent the mother of the poetess and whom we see only rarely in the first thirty five minute and come off a a mostly absent entity whose only purpose be to arrive home waaay late every night and give our long suffering hero a hard time for not take proper care of her little sister ( read represent yet another obstacle for our poet hero to overcome on her way to heartfelt expository writing ) . vroom . and a for that little sister and let me tell you what she do represent she look forlorn and cut herself and starve herself and look forlorn and hungry and act like an angel on the altar in the middle of church and pass out during say performance and dot dot dot and and finally jump out her psych ward window to her death ( and if you think i be be callous then that because you do not see the film eleven second treatment of her death ) . vroom and a we race on towards the making of a real teen poet . and then the teacher . okay and at one point he put a gold star on her forehead . which be all i will say and except for represent vroom go the confuse adult world car . and the poetry . and the excerpt from the brave teacher leather bound novel . hai ram if you appreciate literature or poetry and if you have any respect for the craft of writing and then you will most likely wince at the trickle treacle that be serve to u a ( presumably ) exemplary writing . be it too much to ask for real character . too much to ask for character that do more than emotively mope and but tell u why they be so sullen . be it really so bothersome to spend the extra fifty hour write good dialogue and to actually reach down within yourself a this movie and by the way and pedantically tell u to do to come up with real feeling and real people and not just their sit com approximation . because please and all i be ask for be two true hour and a darkened interstice of theatrical time when i do not for once have to slap my knee with a roll up paper and clap my palm to my forehead in an exclamatory wince because i have just be suckered again .