The hero of both the novel and the film The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a high school freshman loner named Charlie whose best friend committed suicide the previous spring. He’s on psychiatric meds, lots of them, and still has blackouts and mysterious visions of a doting aunt who died when he was 7.
At school, he’s shoved by bullies and jeered at by girls, and he’s literally counting the days until he graduates. The story is set in the early ’90s, before widespread Internet usage, when misfits had little access to others of their ilk, and Charlie won’t talk to his parents or teachers. But he’s so desperate to convey the turbulence of his inner world that he decides to write letters — anonymously — to a person he once heard about who did a nice thing for someone at a party. Those letters frame both the book and the film.
The novel’s author, Stephen Chbosky, adapted and directed the movie himself, and, novice though he is, he’s done a beautiful job. I actually like the film better than the book, which is written in a faux-naive voice I found irritating, as when Charlie ruminates on a dream about a girl he likes named Sam:
“And we were both naked. And her legs were spread over the sides of the couch. And I woke up. And I had never felt so good in my life. But I also felt bad because I saw her naked without permission. I think I should tell Sam about this. … “
No, don’t tell Sam. Please. The film is less pathetic, and funnier. At a football game, doleful Charlie (Logan Lerman) musters the courage to sit beside a fast-talking prankster from shop class named Patrick, played by pale, stringy-haired scene-stealer Ezra Miller. Patrick’s stepsister, a senior, is the aforementioned Sam, played by Emma Watson, and the three bond so fast that Charlie’s head spins — and keeps spinning.