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Natural, Formal: ‘Breathe’

There may be no human bond more powerful than the friendship between two teenage girls – which means, by the transitive property of adolescent hormones, that there may be nothing more powerfully destructive than the friendship between two teenaged girls. In the French-language feature “Breathe,” an adaptation of Anne-Sophie Brasme’s young adult novel, actress-turned-director Mélanie Laurent describes one of these relationships with a brush that, appropriately enough, is as beautiful as it is harrowing.

Charlie (Josephine Japy) is not having an easy time of it. Lovely in a mousy way, she seethes with a cringing resentment, especially when her parents – who are on the verge of breaking up due to her father’s infidelities – go at it while she bleakly maws her breakfast cereal. In other words, she’s ripe for an experience that will obliterate everything else. Instead of drugs or an eating disorder, she discovers honey-haired Sarah (Lou De Laage), a new girl in her class who exudes an enticingly subversive glamour. Wielding cigarettes and a perfect pout, Sarah announces that she’s moved back to France because Nigeria, where her mother still works for an NGO, has grown too dangerous. Continue Reading →

Lady Rocker Biopics: A Dream With a Backbeat

Though some forget, rock and roll always has been about rising against the system – about giving voice to dissatisfaction and unruly desire. But it’s also been wildly male-dominated, as if everyone tacitly agreed that guitars were extensions of phalluses that woman had no business strapping on. The result? There may be nothing more fundamentally rock and roll than a woman defying the powers-that-be by wielding an axe while howling her guts out. In the last few years, some of these goddesses have penned memoirs. Raw, smart, and stirring, they’re the stuff of which adaptation dreams are made. Sure enough, a Showtime series based on Patti Smith’s Just Kids is already in the works. Smith, who is co-writing and creating the series, has said she wants Rob Pattinson and Kristen Stewart to play artist Robert Mapplethorpe and herself, respectively. (Given the former “Twilight” dream team’s recent edgy work, it’s not as bad a call as it may seem.) Here are five other recent lady rocker memoirs that would make amazing biopics, with the stars and directors who could make them happen. Continue Reading →

Of Art and Nature and You and Me

I am sitting on the expanse of my friend’s yellowed, crackly Hamptons lawn. It is a meadow, really, and its overripeness is not unappealing. It is comforting, a scent and sign of a summer well-lived. As my own summer was not, I cannot help admiring such wear and tear.

And yet: I am here now. This friend, who has worked for everything she has, listened to me say, with more than a little self-pity, that I needed a break but could not afford one. Then, rather than murmur the platitudes most offer when confronted with others’ hardships, she did something practical and immensely kind. (The most immense kindnesses are always of a practical nature, I find.) She took a key off her ring and handed it to me. “I will be out of town for the next few weeks,” she said. “Stay in my house while I am gone.” Continue Reading →

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy