On a light note, or series of notes…meanwhile, over at this morning’s convening of the ever-popular “Breakfast Club” screenings, some nuns were up to some mischief, for fun and cinema’s sake. Spanish directors Javier Ambrossi and Javier Calvo’s giddy-spicy Holy Camp! deals with a nun-run camp where two restless and beautiful young campers are grounded from a trip after their nightclubbing adventure.
All the female characters are prone to break into song, emotional mini-breakdowns, and comic backflips. One sees God in the form of a suave crooner who sings Whitney Houston power ballads. It’s that kind of a movie. Though over-long and sometimes overly-emo, Holy Camp! is also good left-of-center and campy fun.
Final thumbs-up: There have been plenty of films about youthful sexual awakening, and from many angles. Something different this way comes with the Swedish film Star Boys, in which pre-sexual youngsters in Northern Finland are kept awake by the sex of their parents — not only the noisy creaking and groaning of the activity in the next bedroom, but by the drunken dalliances and free-loving excesses of adults less controlled than the boys would like, or like to admit. Director Visa Koiso-Kanttila’s film is a freewheeling saga of young adolescents — one on a straighter path, the other more angst-y — grappling with the usual demons and the business of trying to make sense of the world.
At one point, the boys plot a Baltic escape from their errant parents, and yell cathartically into the blue sky “sex maniacs! Whore asses! Harry asses!” Yes, there is also humor in the wings of this Nordic teen angst tale.