Serious illness of the teenager in this film at first does not portend anything - the usual drama about the quiet madness of the suburbs. When does it get its depth? Perhaps at the moment when Milla, who has been shaved, gives her wig to a classmate. A carefree brunette is such a fitting for a joke, and Milla becomes incredibly sad, although before that she seemed to us the most ordinary schoolgirl, seized by an unexpected first love, as it should, love for the type that her parents did not expect to see.
Ahead of Milla will have many joyful moments associated with communication with her first love – 23-year-old Moses, a reveler with an incomprehensible place of residence and work, has a weakness for all kinds of drugs. In fact, the comic in this film on timekeeping is much more than tragic - the same careless Moses, and even Milla's mother, sitting on pills, who does not always fit into the role of mother. But the tragedy is gradually taking its toll, as if it were cancer, covering more and more tissues of perception of the plot.
Balancing on the verge of comic and tragic creates in the picture an incredible bulge of the present moment of action, perhaps designed to convey the dynamic inner world of a teenager who, in the whirlpool of new sensations, has time to fall into reflection. Which is especially true for Milla, who wants to live through it all in the short time she's given - for her it's not a whirlpool, but a whole hurricane carrying her life further and further with the wind: "You know, Dad, I'd love to be part of a sky like this."
And my father probably didn't think about it, and she's already lived through it. What can we say about the “adult” Moses, whose life moves in fact no faster than the speed of smoldering cigarettes. That morning he smoked just such a cigarette, not going to grow up in any direction. No, this is not the story of growing up and some of the first experiences – this is the story of a lifetime while someone smokes a pack of cigarettes.