There’s no arguing the preternatural coolness of Geena Davis — a fact celebrated in self-conscious fashion by “Don’t Talk to Irene,” a familiar type of coming-of-age film whose most distinguishing feature is the presence of the actress as the imaginary god of a heavyset 13-year-old girl.
Davis’ participation brings a measure of wink-wink weirdness to writer-director Pat Mills’ feature, which plays by the kooky indie rules in championing individuality and standing up for ones’ self.
Even when the film’s eccentricities feel too choreographed, it manages to deliver its preordained uplift with good-humored charm.In a northern Toronto suburb described by Davis as the most insignificant geographic region in North America (and “the shitty plaza capital of the world”), overweight teen Irene (Michelle McLeod) spends her days rummaging through dumpsters and spying on the high-school cheerleading squad she desperately wants to join.
Given her size, that aspiration is scoffed at, both by her
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