No one at that age ever is anyway but Ansiedad hatches a scheme. She will accelerate her rite of passage into adulthood and win freedom from her childlike mother. The gimmick is the teenager is savvy enough to know what a rite of passage is — from reading too much literature and possibly watching too many films. The twist is that she's wrong genre savvy. Her deliberate attempts at engineering fake crises (like throwing her only friend under the bus) and painful, scandalous experiences (hanging out with the wrong crowd and doing illegal and immoral things), turning the markers on the road to adulthood into a checklist of key performance indicators, never turn out the way she expects. As they say, real life has a habit of not playing out like the stories you read even if those stories are narrations of life. What this film does is to make the failures spectacular, and spectacularly funny.
At its most sublime, Girl in Progress leverages on the existential comedy of its wrong genre savvy protagonist, on our recognition of the dissonance between knowing and experiencing, planning and enacting, narrative and plot. There is more accessible comedy too, with Eva Mendes and the rest of the cast hamming up as stereotypical Mexican immigrants trying to make ends meet while aiming for a better life, but hampered by cultural mindsets that aren't quite suited to success in their adopted country.
Girl in Progress is a rare film that takes an annoying and cliched premise and turns it on its head.