Yes, I was part of the gaggle of girls who flooded into theaters to watch the film adaptation of Stephen Chbosky’s young adult novel “Perks of Being a Wallflower.” I had my reservations about that much teen angst being transferred to the big screen, and even more about the immeasurably annoying crowd I was sure I’d run into at the theater, but I went.

Luckily for me, I went near the end of its stay in theaters, and everyone irritatingly obsessed with the book had already rushed to see it. Those cult followings sure can be predictable.

Before I launch into a critique of the film, let me say that I wasn’t that big of a fan of the novel in the first place. It isn’t bad, per se, but I wasn’t that into J.D. Salinger’s “Catcher in the Rye,” either. “Perks of Being a Wallflower” is widely considered to be heavily influenced by “Catcher in the Rye,” both in writing style and subject matter.

Salinger has said that he was influenced by many different books and authors, but I remember reading “Perks” for the first time and being mildly incensed that he was trying to write a mild, mousy Holden Caulfield

I’m a teen-angst snob, but don’t let it stop you from reading either novel if you have not.

Most of the concern I had with the film adaptation was the casting. Somehow, they pulled it off.

I loved Ezra Miller as Patrick. He brought charisma to the character without being stereotypically flamboyant, which I appreciated. He was also not as destructive at the end of his relationship with Brad. The film Patrick was a lot more self-reliant.

Emma Watson was a great choice for Sam, but her American accent felt a little forced in some scenes. Logan Lerman was just as baby-faced and unassuming as I wanted Charlie to be, and I have no complaints about his performance at all. His flashbacks to his relationship with Aunt Helen were wonderfully represented.

I was a little creeped out by the novel’s Mr. Anderson, with all of his special interest in Charlie, but Paul Rudd saved the character in the film. I’d like to see Paul Rudd play an actual pedophile in a movie one day, just to see if he can convincingly.

I liked the film adaptation more than I liked the novel, something I don’t often get to say.