I think the film premise is quite awkward.
Minnie (Bel Powley) is your typical teenage girl protagonist on coming-of-age film. She is whining and overthinking all the time
(or like this film summary said: longing for love, acceptance and a sense of purpose in the world). As a teen artist living in 1970s San Francisco Minnie has a firm belief that she will be truly happy (only) when someone worships the ground she walks on. Things also become more complicated when she has this never-ending curiosity with all-things-sexual.
The Diary of A Teenage Girl told a story about the sexual awakening of a 15 years old Minnie after sleeping with her mother (Kristen Wiig) boyfriend, Monroe (Alexander Skarsgård). I mean… Is this for real??? Is the girl out of her mind?
I am not judging her for her exploration of sexuality but still… The fact that the whole thing starts with Minnie affair with her mother significant other just rub me in a wrong way.
Nevertheless, I appreciate this film for its beautiful cinematography, the subtle non-judging storytelling of the protagonist life and well-acted performance by actors involved. And of course, I also salute this film for its important message:
you don’t need someone else to be happy.
The film is just not for me.