I saw Mike Mills' Thumbsucker last night, and I enjoyed it far more than I thought I would. It reminds me of another great American coming-of-age film from earlier this year, Gregg Araki's Mysterious Skin. Beyond the totally different contexts of the two films (one is about child abuse and sexuality and aliens; the other is about pharmaceutical abuse and sexuality and orthodontics) it really seeks to provide a fully realised emotional experience. There's something epic and classical about the way both films tell their stories – they pack so much non-superficial action into their narratives that they really remind you how empty indie film has become. Compared to Thumbsucker, Me and You and Everyone We Know is just a sketch of real feelings, a set of gestures that point towards ideas about sex and youth and culture without saying anything whole and tangible at all.

I wish the director's blog was better, though. The Thumbsucker blog suffers from surfacing long after Miranda July's journal. July, with her knack for capturing those perfect, discrete moments, is perfectly suited for blogging. Mills seems to ramble on and on; for every cute and goofy anecdote or impression (his comparison of the carpet at Heathrow Airport to a Jackson Pollack painting is priceless), there's a lot of of inane filler ("This is where we do press all day. Do all the press rooms look the same throughout the universe?"). July's excellent blog surely helped to increase interest in her film; I hope Mills' doesn't have the opposite effect.