On the eve of her fifteenth birthday, subsiding into another suburb and bearing the pompous garbs of another school, Greta Driscoll (Bethany Whitmore, an embryonic Terri Garr with spots) has a considerable measure on her plate and much more at the forefront of her thoughts. Alone in the schoolyard, she is quickly gotten to know by the bunched up haired and garrulous Elliott (Harrison Feldman, either deliberately or likely naturally directing Eddie Deezen). Sadly, she likewise pulls in the consideration of a trio of mean girls drove by the frigid Jade (Maiah Stewardson), who cull her far from the sad Elliott.
Not that Greta’s home life is any more tranquil. Father Conrad (Matthew Whittet, who adjusted his play for the screen) struts around in tight glossy silk rec center shorts, while unpredictable mother Janet (the scene-taking Amber McMahon) is attached to dressing to match her cooking and gazing wide-looked at Greta with the undisguised desire of mothers the world over.