Vamps, Flirts, Vixens, & Tramps Whatever you call them, it’s hard to ignore the teenage girls, virtually dripping with sexuality they’re not sure how to handle, all over the movies this summer. Those long, lanky limbs aren’t just wriggling their way into magical “Traveling Pants,” either. They are wrapping themselves around the wrong kinds of boys (and girls), jutting out from the skinny hips of little princesses in the throes of adolescent crises, and drawing all sorts of attention to themselves.
The precocious beauties in Pawel Pawlikowski’s “Summer of Love” (June 17), played by buzzed-about British newcomers Natalie Press and Emily Blunt, find that the safest way to satisfy a flurry of unfamiliar and unbridled emotions is to just go for it—with each other. New soul mates Mona (Press) and Tamsin (Blunt) are so enraptured by each other that they assign romantic intent to their frenzied affections, falling into hours and days full of fervent kisses and steamier activities. While Mona has had sex, with a gruff married jerk, now she flings herself into a relationship more intimate than anything she’s imagined. Whether equally impassioned or satisfying mere girlish curiosity, Tamsin returns her friend’s ardor, and the pair find themselves embroiled in a love affair so powerful, it makes them bold in other areas of life and becomes the catalyst for a tremendous emotional growth spurt.
Lila, with her flirtatious looks and lusty language, becomes instantly known as the town slut. If she’d grown up in Venice Beach, however, she’d be just another one of the posse. The young hussies, led by Nikki Reed, in Catherine Hardwicke’s “Lords of Dogtown” (in theaters now) grow up as fast as their boyfriends whoosh around on their skateboards. Where the young women of the other three films are high on the titillating possibilities of future love and sex, these jaded city girls have done it all. They don’t deign to blush when a lanky, long-haired surfer dude checks them out; they lock eyes, pout provocatively and make a date to lock lips later that night—knowing exactly where a grown-up kiss might lead them. |