Scott Marks 11 a.m., Nov. 8
Writer-director Crystal Moselle’s first foray into fiction (after her documentary The Wolfpack) is less a movie than a visually striking meditation on Being a Girl These Days. Translation: the story is a whisper-thin and not a little fantastical; Peter Pan with Long Islander Camille in place of Wendy, New York City subbing in for Neverland, and a squad of female skaters in place of the Lost Boys. After she “credit cards” herself in the crotch, Camille’s traditionally minded mom makes her promise to stop skateboarding, warning, “Maybe you won’t be able to have kids next time.” But having kids — even having sex — is not on this 18-year-old’s mind; not at first, anyway. She just wants to groove on her board, and Instagram shows her the way to a magical world of fellow woman-children, cool dad crash pads, plentiful drugs, and a life strangely blended from childish innocence and decadent sophistication. (Viz: a conversation about whether or not tampons are dangerous also touches on whether she prefers eating pussy or sucking dick.) Star Rachelle Vinberg does inward and bemused with aplomb; her ingénue-ity may be a bit hard to believe, but it makes her an ideal stand-in for the viewer looking for a documentary-style peek at a strange young world, appealingly shot by cinematographer Shabier Kirchner. 2018.