Occasionally the script hits a few road bumps. For a film that prides itself on a certain level of wokeness, its viewpoint on class is sorely lacking, with some of the weaker moments coasting on the warmth exuded by the characters and Wilde's kind-hearted lens. That wokeness, too, can occasionally become slightly overbearing, laced with a certain self-congratulatory pride shared by its lead characters at the beginning of the film.
In its best moments, however, the film captures the whirling intensity of friendship that the close-quarters of high school creates, a giddy passion best evoked in the way the two friends stop dead in their tracks to shower each other in compliments whenever the other makes a costume change.
It's this sudden injection of compassion that sets Wilde's debut apart, a tone that is remarkably assured for a first-time feature. The antics also bear an appreciably low-stakes vibe. Crazy things happen, but nothing that stretches the imagination too far, allowing greater focus on the inner turmoil of the two, and those growing up around them.
Though the going suggestion is that Booksmart join the pantheon of teen comedies like Superbad, Mean Girls and the like, I felt it bore more in common with accessible, but edgier, slightly more melancholic teen offerings like The Edge of Seventeen, Lady Bird, or even television classic Freaks and Geeks. It may not carry the same thematic heft of those, but as a teen film Booksmart holds immense rewatchability value, sure to become a sleepover staple in the next few years.
Rating: Three and a half stars.