Very Good Girls

Virginity obsessions and pacts to lose the same have informed all manner of raucous teen comedies over the years, but almost always from the perspective of young males. The decidedly slow-tempo coming-of-age drama Very Good Girls, however, focuses on the same quandary from the point-of-view of a pair of 18-year-old females. While appreciably different and well acted throughout, and sincerely engaging in patches, writer-director Naomi Foner’s film, starring Dakota Fanning and Elizabeth Olsen, ultimately succumbs to sigh-inducing artificiality.
Very Good Girls centers on two best friends, Lilly (Fanning) and Gerri (Olsen), and their last summer together before they’re separated by college. Charming, smart and lacking any sort of body issues (to open the movie they make a nude dash to the ocean in broad daylight at Brighton Beach), the pair nonetheless remain seemingly unable to attract the attention of any guys they like in return. Until, that is, they both meet David (Boyd Holbrook, tripling down on brooding masculine sulkiness), an ice cream vendor who, of course, also turns out to be a photographer with a cool, spacious loft.
Foner, the mother of Jake and Maggie Gyllenhaal and an Oscar-nominated screenwriter for 1988’s Running on Empty, directed by Sidney Lumet, seeds her movie with some nice little details; when one of her younger sisters is upset following the domestic turmoil in the wake of their father’s philandering, Lilly soothes her by offering to paint her fingernails. She also for the most part has a nice touch with actors and knows how to craft a mood. Cinematographer Bobby Bukowski delivers an attractive suburban palette that meshes with the characters’ upper-middle-class privilege, and Foner also makes nice use of music, from composer Jenny Lewis and her erstwhile band Rilo Kiley, whose discography lends the movie several songs, including one Gerri ostensibly pens for David.