I'm not sure how to safely frame this serious teen docudrama, The Day My Kid Went Punk. On the surface the story follows Terry Warner, an everyday gifted youth from an upper-class family who falls victim to the "punk syndrome." Really, tho', The Day My Kid Went Punk is the age-old story of teenaged self-discovery and rebellion. And being a child-care counselor for the summer at a posh hotel. His conversion to a "disgusting" bright-red-haired, white-faced punk starts with a desire to get an ear pierced, but quickly escalates to a full-on Adam Ant transition after his family flakes out on his going-away party. It's a swift leather, studs, and dodgy mohawk downhill from there; during his summer break, away from his parents, he joins a punk band, changes his daily dress style to punk, and learns about his SELF. When his parents make a surprise visit, he must confront them and prove punk isn't what they think. And, making matters worse, his mother is a psychologist who teaches other parents how to get their kids to avoid the "punk syndrome." Fair warning: There are many teen vs. parent truths in this movie and at points it's hard to watch.

I still remember the day I went punk, do YOU?! (Sigh.) I only wish the governor from Benson and the doctor from The Love Boat had been part of my punk story.