TIFF Review: ‘MID90s’ Jonah Hill’s directorial debut is meandering passion on a board


James Cole Clay // Film Critic


Rated R, 84 minutes.
Director: Jonah Hill
Cast: Sunny SuljicLucas HedgesNa-kel SmithOlan PrenattGio GaliciaRyder McLaughlinAlexa Demie and Katherine Waterston

Lots of actors are getting into the directing game lately. These ideas are getting greenlit based off of star power in some sort of weird form of nepotism that stirs up the court of public opinion. (We’re talking movies like GOTTI and THE BROWN BUNNY.)

In Jonah Hill’s case, his directorial debut MID90s fawns over familiar territory that anarchistic filmmakers like Larry Clark (KIDS) and Harmony Korine (GUMMO) were trotting down 20 years ago. His movie is a riff on the works of those who came before, being inspired by a mood, or a feeling than a specific style.

There is an appeal to creating a character like 13-year-old Stevie (Sunny Suljic), a kid looking to fit in as he is discovering the adolescent boy he wants to become. He’s a latchkey kid with a newly reformed mother (Katherine Waterston in maybe four scenes) and likes to sneak around his Slim Shady-looking brother Ian’s (Lucas Hedges) room searching for gangster rap music.

Stevie is a lonely boy searching for his tribe, longing to experience the more delicious aspects of being a teen. He’s kind of just stuck in an awkward in-between period in life; he’s not yet Ian’s equal (who ferociously pummels his little brother). He loves the idea of skateboarding, but doesn’t know how to harness the crazy amount of energy, so, naturally, he starts to vibe with the local skate shop group of “cool dudes.” The crew has about three-to-four years on Stevie in age and it just seems like they are amused by his willingness to take the hardest hits when the time comes.

The group is led by Ray (Na-Kel Smith), who’s the best skater of them and knows he’s looking to turn his hobby into a job. The rest are camera guy “Fourth Grade” (Ryder McLaughlin, who seems to be the Jonah Hill stand-in), Ruben (Gino Galicia) and “F*ckshit” (Olan Prenatt), whose wildcard attitude shown against Ray’s ambition shows how friends come together and erode apart. MID90s despite its loose and vulgar feel is about learning how to fit in and knowing when to get out.

Suljic is a priceless find. He brings a lowkey chillness to Stevie, who pretends he has it all figured out even though he’s not sure why anybody would want to be called “F*ckshit.” A nickname is a badge of honor, but not having one is even cooler.

Hill’s movie isn’t looking at the era through amber colored frames. He uses the period as only a way to discuss NINJA TURTLE bed sheets, skate tapes and the absence of cellphones. Snappy titles aside, the narrative isn’t hampered by its nostalgia. MID90s celebrates the reckless abandon of the pre-JACKASS home video days where a dare, or a rude slur to your best friend, can make or break your social credit score. Exploring meandering drama fits Hill’s improv comedy sensibilities well. He’s a voice that should be heard.

Grade: B+

MID90s premiered on Sunday, Sept. 9, 2018. The Toronto International Film Festival has an encore screening on 9/14. Visit tiff.net for more details on the showtimes. MID90s will release on Oct. 19, 2018 through A24.

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Preston Barta

Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.