by Seth Pearce, Living Liberally
Jonathan Levine’s new film The Wackness is great. It really is. It’s depressing. No doubt. But it’s a good movie.
Josh Peck, as recently graduated - prep school - drug dealer - hip hop enthusiast - virgin - depressive - bored Luke Shapiro and Sir Ben Kingsley as lost - frustrated - depressive - addicted -bored - tired Dr. Squires are excellent together. Their relationship gives the movie an uncompromising reality that infiltrates every moment of the New York City Hip-Hopped bildungsroman. All the actors have a great understanding for their characters and the director really gets you into the protagonists head. So much so, that your emotions twist and squeeze along with Luke’s as he suffers through heartbreak, insecurity and a drugged out emptiness that pervades each frame.
As to the movie’s authenticity: A+. Heck, I know kids from my New York City high school of whom this movie could very well be a biography. The film stays true to its location, its music and the complexity of each of its characters and the real life teens whose lives this story replicates. So, what about the drugs?
How come, people ask, Luke was never arrested for dealing drugs, even though in the movie he was often doing so in public, out in the open, using a converted Italian Ice cart? Even though 1994 was right when Rudy Giuliani stepped up his anti-drug enforcement? Simple answer: HE’S WHITE.




staying I was a little disappointed by what I saw. The people sitting in the lobby were much older, straighter, whiter, boring-er, and stuffier than I had remembered them being last year. In the sea of white, suit-wearing people,whose age ranged from 50-80, my earings were literally the most ethnic things there. Is this what has become of the young progressive movement, I wondered in fear. Then I learned that the hotel was hosting the 
