17 Filles, dir/wr. Delphine Coulin, Muriel Coulin, st. Louise Grinberg, Juliette Darche, Roxane Duran
When 16 year old Camille falls pregnant after a one night stand, her friends in an act of solidarity, or personal disaffection with their own teenage lives, decide to dutifully follow suit. Beyond the usual adolescent ennui on display, there's precious little exploration into the psychology of the leads - which is a shame, as Louise Grinberg as Camille, in particular shone in a way that reminded me of Katie Jarvis in Andrea Arnold's Fishtank. Sadly 17 Filles seems to stall in the second act; an unsettling sense of Virgin Suicidal, hive-minded weirdness promises to take root, but never manages to provide the impetus needed to storm the last third. The girls are great though, giving honest and natural performances, and there's a palpable sense of the small-town seafront community and the sense of isolation you imagine the young experience, but I kept wishing the Coulin sisters would tell me less, and show me more.