***BANNER F-RATED WEEK*** Not one but TWO female-helmed UK releases today, and two absolutely brilliant independent films at that: 52 Tuesdays (Sophie Hyde) [more from me here] and The Diary of a Teenage Girl (Marielle Heller) both put teenage female sensibilities and sexualities, and mother-daughter relations, at the centre of their dramas, and both show worlds never before seen on film. See both! Twice! Take everyone you know – especially teenage viewers, as Bel Powley, lead in Diary, tweeted.
Tilda Cobham-Hervey, the co-lead in 52 Tuesdays, has been active online as well, curating the film’s My 52 Tuesdays web project, which has seen thousands of people worldwide opening their hearts to the camera, as Billie (Cobham-Hervey) persuades her schoolfriends Jasmin and Josh to do. Meanwhile, Billie’s mum James (Del Herbert-Jane) is chronicling his transition direct to-camera. Shot every Tuesday for a year, mirroring the characters’ regular weekly meet-up, the film is a unique chronicle of time and transition. As well as being a piercingly affecting, timeless family story, 52 Tuesdays is the most brilliant depiction of how we live now (in the wealthy Western world at least), shaping ourselves online and through global communities.
If 52 is heart-opening, then Diary is eye-opening: set in 1976s, it swaps Billie’s digital camera for Minnie’s analogue tape recorder, into which she breathlessly and confidently confesses the unfolding of her relationship with her mother’s boyfriend Monroe. Her mother, Charlotte, had kids young, hasn’t really grown up, and is living it up in counter-cultural, anything-goes San Francisco, looking for a best friend in her daughter. Like 52 Tuesdays’ James, Charlotte is a share-everything mother, and the film explores the ups and downs of this for her daughter. 70s San Francisco – with its alt comix stores, Rocky Horror Picture Show screenings, and Quaaludes parties – is present in all its wooden stack-heeled, brown and orange glory, feeding Minnie’s incipient artwork (her hand drawn illustrations flow into diegetic space as animation).
Not least because James also visits San Francisco – where the 21st century trans community is partially a legacy of 70s sexual freedom – the films are a perfect pair: both of them respect adolescent autonomy, recognise the special bond between daughter and mother in all its complexity, and are exhilarating F-rated viewing. Visually, narratively, intellectually, emotionally, they are hard evidence that female filmmakers are creating the most inventive, impressive independent cinema, whatever the dismal results at the top of the box office, as MDSC reported this week.
If you’re not near screens where these two instant classics are playing, then a) you can organise a 52 Tuesdays screening near you via ourscreen and b) you can catch more family drama in Helen Hunt’s Then She Found Me on iPlayer, and more teenage desire in Monika Treut’s Of Girls and Horses on BFIPlayer.