This coming-of-age documentary gives us a glimpse of what it
was like growing up as a child star in the 90s. Written and directed by “Punky
Brewster” star, Soleil Moon Frye, this film is composed of a unique combination
of newly captured interviews interlaced with archival footage that Frye
collected in her formable years.
I’m just a bit younger than most of the people featured in
this film. But as a 90s kid and a TV junkie, I still feel as though I grew up
with a lot of them. “Saved by the Bell”, “Roseanne”, “Growing Pains” and even a
little “SeaQuest” could all be found illuminating my cathode-ray tube on any
given weeknight. And although I never really got into “Punky Brewster” as a
child, I was aware of it and have revisited the series in recent years with my
wife.
As the film begins, we touch on some of the perils of the Hollywood
life for developing children. The film and TV industry is as destructive a
machine as any other, with rea-word adult risks and consequences for those that
work in it. We don’t send children down into coal mines or into factories anymore
and I’m left to wonder if we should be thinking more about it in those terms.
But on the other hand, the intimacy of this documentary has
such a familiar feeling to it that you can’t help but see yourself in some of
the footage. These kids may have grown up in a different world, but it was one
that was parallel and analogous to ours. They experienced all of the same insecurities
and identity crises that were simply built into the developing adolescent
human. The limelight may amplify and magnify what young celebrities go through,
but I’m not sure how much it actually makes it worse.
The era matters as well. In some ways, the nineties were far crueler, especially if you were
different. But as we listened to Frye’s voicemails from anonymous callers, spewing hatred and vulgarity, I couldn’t help but think of today’s young stars and how much more access today’s hatred has to them. YouTube comments, Twitter and Instagram have a way of nurturing that toxicity at levels that the cast of this film could have never imagined having to deal with.In the end, the film is much less interested in answering
any of these questions than it is in providing a safe environment for its
subjects to explore. We finish on an inspirational and therapeutic note as the
movie somewhat morphs into a “making-of” documentary of itself. The takeaway,
that the act of reflection can give clarity once unattainable is spelled out in
real time as Frye seems to reinvent her own thesis. It’s almost as if she didn’t
realize why she was making this piece until its completion. These folds only
add to the film’s candid honesty.
My only real issue was that I can’t help but imagine what footage
ended up on the cutting room floor of this seventy-one-minute glimpse into a
decade of interesting lives. I spent a large part of the nineties living
vicariously through the people on screen and I could have spent more time
reflecting on those years through their sincerest moments.
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