Whatever one might say about Jim Abrahams's "Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael," it sure is literary.

Brother is it literary.

The story centers on the transformation of an eccentric teenager named Dinky (Winona Ryder). It is set during the days before the return of her hometown's one great claim to fame, its one true star: Roxy Carmichael. Roxy is a legend in Clyde, Ohio, though, we come to learn, a legend without portfolio. From the hoopla attending her return, you would think that she was a figure of equal stature with Cher or perhaps Elvis; there are even tours of the star's childhood home, complete with the kitchen table and a "typical" Sunday meal.

Though perhaps the point of all this is to emphasize just what a nowhere spot Clyde is, it seems excessive considering that Roxy's only accomplishment is that she had a hit song written about her. Whatever the circumstances, Clyde is all atwitter over Roxy's homecoming; everyone seems to lay some claim to a special relationship with her that each hopes, with some desperation, will be renewed by her visit.

This is particularly true of Dinky. An adopted child who feels estranged from her parents and the other kids at school, who wears only black, never brushes her hair and spends most of her time communing with the menagerie of stray animals she keeps down by the river, Dinky is convinced that Roxy is her real mother. And the speculation isn't idle. Before Roxy left town, she had a baby girl with her boyfriend, Denton (Jeff Daniels), who left the infant on the doorstep of a nearby hospital. Certain that she is that abandoned child, and that her mother is coming back to claim her, Dinky prepares to leave.

"Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael," which was written by Karen Leigh Hopkins, bears a resemblance in both its broad strokes and its details to a thousand and one bad autobiographical plays dealing with misunderstood teenagers and their agonies. In spirit, it's like secondhand Beth Henley, with all the literary structures poking out through the skin. Though it's clear that the author is drawing directly from her own experiences -- she, too, grew up in a small Ohio town -- there is no feeling of genuine experience in it. Dinky is a classically alienated teenager, taunted, picked on and without either adult or teenage friends. It's a given, too, that she is exceptional, a rare breed who follows her own path. As she demonstrated in "Beetlejuice," Ryder has a talent for these haunted adolescents. She has a real darkness in her, which she translates easily into comedy, and in some of her scenes here, she's touchingly funny and even, on occasion, moving.

Where the movie sabotages her, though, is by insisting that all she really wants is to be like everyone else. It provides her with a guidance counselor (Laila Robins) who claims to accept her as she is, then says, "Dinky, what if we brushed your hair?"; and a classmate (Thomas Wilson Brown) who's infatuated with her because she's smarter than everyone else, but urges her to "take more of an interest" in her appearance. And what it obliquely tells us is that if Dinky were to clean herself up and get a boyfriend, all her problems would vanish.

What we want, of course, is for Dinky to remain as singular -- though perhaps not as unhappy -- as she has been. Her antisocial tendencies, her disdain for her parents' lifestyle and the homeroom-style superficiality of her classmates are what draw us to her. We like her messy hair and her surliness; we want her intact. We say, let Dinky be Dinky.

Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael, at area theaters, is rated PG-13.