In France a young girl's coming-of-age usually means going topless for the first time on the beach at San Tropez, but the young heroine of Catherine Breillat's semi-autobiographical psycho-drama is no typical teen nymphet, showing more physical and emotional maturity at the tender age of 14 (going on 24) and an instinct for sexual provocation far beyond her actual experience. Lili may look like a sullen, restless, temperamental flirt, but only to men with one thing on their mind, in particular the jaded, aging playboy who pursues her to the bitter end of infatuation. Breillat directs her own script with a cool, clinical detachment, refusing to camouflage the cold mechanics of sex with any bogus soft-focus poetry. But because the film is so confident and impersonal it may be more of a tease than Lili herself, who in the end is only using all the complicated foreplay and frustration to help find a man who might release her from the terrible burden of virginity. C'est la vie.
Review of 36 fillette
