Swimming masterfully portrays a girl poised to dive into womanhood.
By Bill Gallo
Most summer movies about the pain of growing up emerge from the same primordial ooze -- lots of teenage anxiety mixed with two or three unruly hormones in the stickum of comic discontent. What a relief, then, to find a coming-of-age film that avoids the cartoonish cliches and sneering humor of the genre as it provides a fresh view of an old device: the uncertain girl on the brink of womanhood.
Robert J. Siegel's Swimming is set in the teeming oceanside resort of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, where the scent of Coppertone mingles with the promise of sex and the certainty of getting drunk. College boys cruise the boardwalk, trying out primitive pick-up lines. A surly doorman at the local dance club gives his young patrons lessons in social distinction. Suntanned girls preen, and lean-muscled boys slap each other's backs. But there's an unmistakable tone of desperation in their hard partying. Director Siegel, a college film professor who only occasionally makes a movie (he caused a stir with Parades (1972), a harsh look at the Vietnam War), captures perfectly the split personality of a beach town in midseason -- the way its overheated air of frolic is offset by the cruelty of shifting loyalties and disposable relationships.
What Siegel and this richly talented young actress give us, in fact, is a study of a soul in the making. This is the summer when Frankie Wheeler will glimpse the possibilities of romance, stick up for a difficult friend despite the trouble in it and finally challenge her bullying brother. But the movie surpasses these milestones so subtly that we scarcely notice Frankie's voice. Instead, we hear something like her heartbeat, growing ever stronger. A girl usually bundled up in bib overalls, she may now even choose to go swimming.
The deft touch and unfailing emotional tone of this intelligent little movie derive from wonderfully shaded performances all around (Lowe is especially effective as the explosive Nicola), but its real success comes from the ideal combination of a seasoned director who understands the nuances of human behavior and a young screenwriter, Lisa Bazadona, who's close enough to her own post-adolescence that she remembers every detail. Not surprisingly, she even worked summers as a tattoo artist in Myrtle Beach to put herself through college. Formerly one of Siegel's star students at the State University of New York at Purchase, Bazadona submitted the original draft of the Swimming screenplay as her senior thesis in 1997. Siegel optioned it, then he and his regular co-writer, Grace Woodard, did some tinkering. The result is a lovely piece of writing brought to life by a terrific cast, a vivid sense of place and, not incidentally, some perfectly chosen pop tunes by Bree Sharp, Leona Naess, Smog and Tin Star, among others. As for Lauren Ambrose, her big-screen debut is a revelation. While Frankie Wheeler is searching for her true self, we discover a sublime new actress.
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