Sumptuous Teen Romance Girls Will Be Girls Overcomes Its Scandal

In the southern U.S., specifically in Oklahoma and Texas where I grew up, sex ed was nonexistent. In its place was a scared-straight advocacy for abstinence, whose weapons were graphic PowerPoint slides of blackened genitals obliterated by STIs. Sitting us down in the cafeteria and subjecting us to carnival-mirror horrorshow versions of body parts we already feared and distrusted was deemed more humane—more suitable for our innocent minds—than actually telling us about sex. When girls in our class inevitably got pregnant, they were quietly hurried off to another school, out of sight. The ideological hypocrisy of patriarchy, established and reinforced over generations, tangibly changed dozens of lives in my graduating class alone. Girls Will Be Girls, writer/director Shuchi Talati’s engrossing feature debut, zeroes in on a specific example of this still-universal repression. In its lovingly observed, casually bold and uneasily tense coming-of-age drama exists familiar dynamics we’d rather not recognize.
The rich colors, stunning landscape and intimate, close-and-cramped frames filled by Talati and cinematographer Jih-E Peng evoke the intensity of a high school crush long before we understand the complex chemistry between goodie-goodie prefect Mira (Preeti Panigrahi) and worldly new kid Sri (Kesav Binoy Kiron). But we pick up on that soon enough. The two get together at a meeting of their strict boarding school’s after-hours astronomy club. It’s one of those excuses you secretly, meticulously orchestrate in order to be alone with the person you’re interested in…and one of those excuses completely obvious to everyone around you.
The accurately cute and convoluted encounters in their romance—sparked in the cold, in the dark, huddled together under a blanket and shot tight enough to give you butterflies—doesn’t remain clandestine for long. First of all, they’re young. Mira is 16 and Sri is 17. They’re not rocket scientists. Second, they’re in an environment (a ‘90s Indian prep school tucked away in the Himalayas) particularly adept at sussing out rule-breaking, especially if it’s flouting the conservative, patriarchal powers that be. Mira’s the first girl at school to be named prefect, and the dickhead boys camping out under the stairway so they can snap upskirt pictures don’t let her forget it.
So when Mira’s mom Anila (Kani Kusruti) figures out what’s going on between them, we’re not surprised. It’s what comes next that’s surprising. The unfolding psychologies of the kids and Anila push both the coming-of-age format and the “cool mom” trope to their edges, resulting in outrageous tension that sometimes threatens to overwhelm an otherwise hyper-grounded story.
Talati excels at constructing compelling, physical visualizations reminding us of all the relatable minutiae of being 16, all a little more explicit than we might expect. Masturbation? Checking out your junk in the mirror? These are normal pubescent things, which Girls Will Be Girls treats as exactly that. Talati’s confidence in her scenes—like Mira practicing kissing on her own wrist in the bath, or trying to lip-sync to a song all sexy-like in the mirror—and her trust in her leads are felt in every extended close-up.
Panigrahi is fantastic, especially when it comes to two of the stares needed most by teens: Withering glares and lustful ogling. Jealousies and lies infect her like a pox, immediately visible in her face. Her work allows Mira to believably weather injustice, sear powerlessly and pursue pleasure—all with a defiant energy. Kiron, asked to play easy confidence capable of putting a parent at (perhaps too much) ease, is solid as well. Life is simple for him, and the leads’ conflicting responses to their shared scenes helps hammer home the inescapably gendered ways they move through the world.