Prozac Nation's finally being released

MOOD: extemely cackle-y



They're finally going to air Prozac Nation on Starz! for a few weeks then released the DVD. I can't wait. I read this article in Slate today about it -- the article's classic -- all about how bitchy the author of the book, Elizabeth Wurtzel, is. (big cackle for the woman whose other book is Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women).

Some highlights from this article I just can't help but cackle even more at:

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negative publicity generated by Wurtzel's tacky comments to a Canadian newspaper shortly after September 11. After rhapsodizing about the "sheer elegance" of the towers' collapse ("It just slid, like a turtleneck going over someone's head. ... It was just beautiful"), Wurtzel concluded airily, "I just felt, like, everyone was overreacting. People were going on about it. That part really annoyed me."

Wurtzel herself was less tactful in a recent assessment of the film, telling the New York Times, "As you should have figured out by now, it's a horrible movie."

I kind of like the fact that Elizabeth Wurtzel's supreme bitchiness, her near-paranormal gift for divining the most offensive possible thing to say, backfired so grandly on the studio that was trying to tap into that very quality.

in her second book, Bitch, she coined the term "mental-health pornography" in a discussion of our culture's obsession with beautiful, suicidal women.

It's certainly no worse than Sylvia, another recent film about a depressed writer-lady, in which Gwyneth Paltrow played a doomed (yet curiously radiant! And WASP-ily indomitable!) Sylvia Plath.

Ricci's performance has nothing self-congratulatory or softening about it. Her Lizzie Wurtzel isn't a "difficult woman" (to crib from Bitch's euphemistic subtitle) – she's a total f***ing bitch. Maybe even a c**t, or a t**t.

(Side note: a ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! A toot? LMAO!)

La Lizzie offers an excuse for the ages: "It was, um, an accidental blowjob?"

Lizzie sits down on a cardboard box to strategize with her roommate about their college personae: "We'll be like these beautiful literary freaks … brilliant and dark and sexy."

But at times, the relentlessly intelligent Ricci manages to turn the author's cruel wit inward, allowing the viewer a glimpse of how awful it would be to be, well, someone so awful.

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I cannot wait for this movie.