One of the all time best movies ever. So painful, so funny, so much fun to look at. The scene where Scarlett Johansson proudly displays her ironing board is one of the subtlest and most crushing emotional deaths you’ll ever see in a film. I ditto everything I wrote when I last watched the movie (link) and by now I’m at the point where I’m analyzing every cut. Enid’s at the bar, watching Seymour try to hit on the Blues Hammer fan, and she looks around at the yutzes in their uninspired clothes. She frowns. Then she sees herself, decked out like a flapper (or something) and frowns and takes off her hat and glasses and puts on her regular glasses. Does she see her flapper outfit as just another lame facade like the others around her? But her normal look is (to quote the drama major) “funkayyy” too. Does young Enid even have her own identity yet, or does she still define herself by what she is not? Also, could it be that we know to whom Enid gave her virginity? Is it the fat kid at the graduation party she’ll never see again? Is it the anti-Semite at the comic book shop? Is it (and I think it is) Josh? With characters this three dimensional it isn’t stupid to wonder such questions. It is a game you can play only when you encounter truly sublime art. I still don’t think I’ve seen Thora Birch in a movie since “Ghost World,” but this performance does rank in the highest echelon of cinematic acting.