Posts Tagged ‘adolescence’

Remember the Daze aka The Beautiful Ordinary

Remember the Daze aka The Beautiful Ordinary

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

Hmm… not much to say about this one. I’ve been wanting to watch it ever since it came out because it has Alexa Vega in it and I’ve always liked her ever since Spy Kids. And both titles, plus its relatively low profile, made it sound like it would be at least a little more adventurous than the average teen movie… and it is. Just a little. There’s too much swearing for it to actually be aimed at the usual teen market, for instance, but its content doesn’t go far enough (especially in the wake of the likes of The Rules of Attraction 5 years earlier – yes, I know that is centred around college life and this is about high school, but frankly, this movie wishes it were centred around college as much as its characters wish they were at college lol).

Immediately after it finished I quickly tweeted that I felt the movie fell somewhere between Havoc and Havoc 2: Normal Adolescent Behaviour. The first of those movies was completely forgettable and an embarrassment for Anne Hathaway. The second of them should have just presented itself as an original, not a sequel, and was a much more interesting look at adolescence. This movie is not without its moments… a few early on genuinely took me back to the same time in my own life and how it felt, I can’t deny that… but it made me really expect something far more moving or even profound that never really came… nothing actually happens in the end to make it stick. Kind of disappointing.



À Ma Soeur aka Fat Girl

À Ma Soeur aka Fat Girl

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

Okay, these are kind of running together in my mind now, lol. This, the third of Catherine Braillat’s movie’s I’ve watched in the past few days, differentiates itself from the others by its violence right at the very end which I can’t deny kind of stunned me. The movie is all about this ending, not fully making sense re: why Breillat would cover the same area yet again until the very last line spoken almost direct to camera by the girl of the title. It’s kind of worth seeing once for the shock of those final moments, but what precedes them is really the same as RYG and Fillette … being more recent the production values are slightly higher but I don’t know if this is even a good thing for Breillat’s style. I’ve yet to be convinced she’s capable of anything more unique and memorable than her debut.



36 Fillette

36 Fillette

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

Though a poster for this movie declares “the French Lolita!”, like Lola, this is in reality just Lolita-lite … I mean, you’d expect the French anything to be a little more extreme, right? But though the guy is older here than Charlie Bronson’s Scott, the girl looks even more like a young woman (though it appears this actress really was the fourteen years of her character at the time of filming) and it really doesn’t look like that awkward a partnership. Maybe it’s just me, but it’s not a “Lolita story” if the girl in question could quite easily make it through the rest of her life without developing any further, lol. But I guess that’s the marketing peoples’ problem, not the film maker’s.

It’s a slicker effort than Catherine Breillat’s first movie I watched yesterday, and like A Real Young Girl it deals with the ugly side of adolescence. The very 80s setting of it, however, has me speedily recalling the Vanessa Paradis movie Elisa and wishing I was watching that instead. This feels much emptier than A Real Young Girl, too … I could almost imagine Breillat’s debut in novel form such was the arresting and poetic nature of imagery in places, but this just felt like one of those Amy Fisher TV movies without the attempted murder. Then, I know how empty some people like their literature, so what do I know?



A Real Young Girl

A Real Young Girl

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

I read a few things about this before putting it on and feared a kind of similar experience to The Cheerleaders re: whether I would even end up reviewing it or not, lol. Let’s not delay the obvious here: this is one genuinely filthy movie. How it’s filthy, however – that really needs to be elaborated on. I found a fantastic line from a review on the movie’s Wikipedia page that actually applies to a lot of the things I happen to find, as they say, visually stimulating … Brian Price is quoted as saying, “[it …] does not offer visual pleasure, at least not one that comes without intellectual engagement, and more importantly, rigorous self-examination.”

So, you might ask, what does that mean? Well, it means that though this movie shows, as the title suggests, a real young girl and all that entails – it also shows you a real young girl and all that that entails. The girl in question is played by Charlotte Alexandra, who infuriatingly it is hard to find much info about online other than that she was born in the “late fifties”. For the most part she looks far older than the fourteen years of her character, in voiceover even declaring herself “well developed for my age”; but there are times that the lighting and camera angles conspire to make her look actually much younger. And boy does she like to “do things”. But if you’re coming to this movie purely for titillation, be aware that you’ll also see her do other things – like throwing up on herself, having pieces of an earthworm scattered around her “area”, plucking a chicken and feeding its entrails to its family, and other less visually exciting activities.

Love That Car!

The overall effect of these 90 minutes is mixed. At times I found it overwhelmingly sad. The story here is really of this teenager way back when, bored to distraction with only her parents for company in the summer holidays on the French countryside. There are long stretches of uncomfortable silences that truly capture that feeling of being stagnant in the family home. At times it’s hypnotic, so raw is the reality of the title that it captures – one can barely believe someone took the time to put such things on film, but it feels right somehow that they did. Then there are times it’s uncomfortable, embarrassing. One thing’s for sure, though, and that’s that it’s never entirely exploitative despite all the things that it shows. It’s not a great film by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s a curious one as worth seeing as it was worth making and, finally, releasing. The acting’s not too bad, the slightly muffled photography sort of apt, and that song is far too catchy.



The Tracey Fragments

The Tracey Fragments

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

Maybe I’m just desperately continuing a theme here after last weekend, but I found something similar in The Tracey Fragments to the whole Alice thing. I only really began to realise another side to “Alice in Wonderland” last week when somebody was talking about how old the Disney movie is now and how wild it must’ve seemed at the time of its release considering even now, in the wacky world in which we live, it’s still pretty wacky. I said, it’s true, in a world where we never quite know what’s going to explode next, where we never quite seem to be able to do the right thing, we kind of live in Wonderland now, and our response to Carroll’s creation is sort of doomed to be jaded – you can pause for a moment with all the technology, information and possibility around you and almost go mad; so it’s better to be, well, a little numb to it.

For teenagers, of course, it’s always been this way. So many options. Right and wrong. Good or bad. Cool or not. Even their bodies are betraying them inside and out. One could argue that the fragmented images on the screen here are like a broken looking-glass, the cinema screen often called a mirror to the audience; that the varying sizes of images on the screen are like Alice’s changes in size. Tracey has parents, teachers, school peers and even a psychotherapist – people who are meant to help her cope in this wonderland, yet like all Alice’s acquaintances, none of them do squat for her. In the end, it’s she who has to find out herself, how “No one can stop me,” she says at the end; “No one can make me stand still.” She kinda becomes a superhero in that moment – it reminded me of the, “Why aren’t my hands shaking?” scene in The Brave One.

Like Sofia Coppola’s films outside of The Virgin Suicides, it’s probably a film whose success in portraying the very adolescent nature of adolescence is actually its biggest problem. The fragmented screen gimmick seems like just that at first but in the end it’s used cleverly enough to make it not just a gimmick – at times it captures stuff the way I always believe cinema should capture stuff better than any other format could … it’s the ultimate extension of what’s grown from split-screen to Mike Figgis’ Timecode to TV’s 24 etc, etc. But ultimately its success is in portraying the adolescent state of mind … and I just don’t know how fun a thing that is to spend even the movie’s admirable 80-minute runtime with. I discovered while reading about the movie online that all the shot footage for the movie was actually released via BitTorrent last year for people to make their own creations with it. It might be quite the amazing DVD when it emerges. So many possibilities. Like another review I read recently said, maybe someone will crack the code and make this as good a movie as it deserves to be.



The Wonder of Sex aka Skipped Parts

The Wonder of Sex aka Skipped Parts

Thursday, June 10th, 2004

This movie is pretty surprising, even shocking. For me personally, it’s a surprise to find a Mischa Barton movie post-Lawn Dogs (which was her debut) where she’s actually interesting on screen. On a broader level, this movie is surprising in that it deals with the normality of a lot of things that are usually considered wrong and rare but are actually pretty common – underage sex, the discovery there-of, and teenage pregnancy, and, shock, horror, parents who really don’t know what they’re doing.

It’s not a great movie, but it’s the best movie that could be made with this subject matter. Jennifer Jason Leigh is surprisingly good, reminded me of Shelley Winters in Kubrick’s Lolita – she plays a character so cheesy, so tacky, so unbelievable, that at first it’s tempting to think it’s just a bad performance. But then you gradually realise, my god… that woman is that chessy and tacky and unbelievable, those people exist.

Mischa Barton suggesting she and another guy try screwing “like horses,” has got to be the highlight of the movie…. it just puts the whole ignorance and innocence thing in a nutshell all at once.

Seriously, this movie makes me wonder just how much of life I missed by being the quiet person at school, LOL.