“Wallace Avery” (Colin Firth) is the man who could have been somebody. He was a golf pro with talent but lacking the ability to handle pressure-filled situations. Now he’s a manager at Fed-Ex who dreamt of becoming the company’s CEO and will never get there. He has a son, an ex-wife and a girlfriend, all of whom he seems to disappoint with great consistency.
Sitting down to watch Prozac Nation, I think I expected a smarter movie. Not that the film lacked intelligence, but its title suggested much more than the film actually delivers. Honestly, I expected an exploration of depression and the societal dependence on anti-depressants like, well, Prozac. I didn’t get that. Instead, Prozac Nation charts the repetitive spiral of a young woman in the late 1980s as she slowly self destructs while attending Harvard University.