"The Year My Voice Broke" might be the best coming-of-age movie ever made in Australia. I'm unsure why it took me so long to watch it. I kind of expected it to be painful, and, you know, it was.
It does not have a happy ending. It's haunting and achingly beautiful. What you generally get from Australian movies that you don't get from Hollywood is truth. There's not a lot of sugar coating. And the characters feel believable as people who might actually exist, not broad archetypes we're all familiar with.
Take Danny, the main character, played by Noah Taylor, who played artistically inclined teenagers for at least another ten years (he was the young David Helfgott in "Shine"). If this movie were American, they'd probably make him a nerd, but Danny isn't a nerd. He's a poet, a musician, a singer. He's smarter than most of the people around him, he's socially awkward due to that depth of intelligence, but he's no "nerd". Like a real person, he is hard to categorise.
The same can be said for Freja, the girl he loves and has known his whole life. Even in the way Danny sees her, she's not your typical coming-of-age story's object of desire for the protagonist. In an American movie, she'd be like the exchange student in "American Pie", ie. Only ever glimpsed in terms of her sexuality. In "The Year My Voice Broke", she's so much more than that. She's too down to earth to be the elusive lust-object that girls like this typically are. Because Danny sees her as a person, and not as a lust object, we actually believe his love for her, and because Leone Carmen's performance is so good, we understand why he feels that way.
Nothing in "The Year My Voice Broke" is as it appears. The movie might evoke some standard plot devices, such as a love-triangle, but it all feels lived in and real. This is what makes it one of the best coming-of-age stories ever made.
It does not have a happy ending. It's haunting and achingly beautiful. What you generally get from Australian movies that you don't get from Hollywood is truth. There's not a lot of sugar coating. And the characters feel believable as people who might actually exist, not broad archetypes we're all familiar with.
Take Danny, the main character, played by Noah Taylor, who played artistically inclined teenagers for at least another ten years (he was the young David Helfgott in "Shine"). If this movie were American, they'd probably make him a nerd, but Danny isn't a nerd. He's a poet, a musician, a singer. He's smarter than most of the people around him, he's socially awkward due to that depth of intelligence, but he's no "nerd". Like a real person, he is hard to categorise.
The same can be said for Freja, the girl he loves and has known his whole life. Even in the way Danny sees her, she's not your typical coming-of-age story's object of desire for the protagonist. In an American movie, she'd be like the exchange student in "American Pie", ie. Only ever glimpsed in terms of her sexuality. In "The Year My Voice Broke", she's so much more than that. She's too down to earth to be the elusive lust-object that girls like this typically are. Because Danny sees her as a person, and not as a lust object, we actually believe his love for her, and because Leone Carmen's performance is so good, we understand why he feels that way.
Nothing in "The Year My Voice Broke" is as it appears. The movie might evoke some standard plot devices, such as a love-triangle, but it all feels lived in and real. This is what makes it one of the best coming-of-age stories ever made.