Most
of us knew girls like Paulie in school--girls who were so
passionate about life, so intense, that they were both
dangerous and awe-inspiring to those around them. In retrospect,
they probably should have been doing therapy, or yoga, or anything
other than falling desperately and violently in love with another
girl.
But
let me start at the beginning. Lost and Delirious, directed
by Lea Pool, stars Mischa Barton as Mary, a new student in a girls'
boarding school who discovers her two roommates Paulie (Piper
Perabo) and Tori (Jessica Pare) are lovers, only to watch them
go through a horrific breakup when Tori can't stand the peer pressure
of being gay any longer.
In
your typical lesbian-horror-story fashion, we watch Paulie begin
to self-destruct as the one person who loves her rejects her.
The lengths to which she goes to try and win Tori back become
increasingly hazardous, to herself and others, until they ultimately
end in tragedy.
Issues
of sexuality aside for a moment, the film is brilliant in
its ability to delve into the nuances of the girls' world, to
convey the richness and complexity of boarding school life (which
is so often portrayed in a one-dimension or cartoonish fashion
in films). It also demonstrates the ways in which the girls operate
within their own subculture, with its own set of rules, while
reluctantly adhering to those of the outside world when forced
to choose.
That these rules are often conflicting makes for an interesting
juxtaposition - for example, the scene of the formal dance on
Parents Day shows the girls behaving in an entirely different
way with one another and the adults than they do when their world
is closed to "outsiders." You very much get the sense
that the girls are performing an act for the benefit of their
parents and for society at large, and that once on their own again,
they will fall back into the comfortable, more empowering rules
of their subculture.
All
of the actors are excellent, and Piper Perabo
is hardly recognizable as the same woman from Coyote Ugly.
She gives a multi-layered performance that is truly amazing to
watch as it unfolds throughout the film.
That
being said, there were one too many shots of Paulie's falcon,
especially towards the end - like we need more bird metaphors
in film? And while the writing was strong in most of the film,
the endless sonnet-quoting was tedious and a bit overwrought (e.g.
repeated use of the phrase "Shall I abide in this dull world,
which in her absence is no better than a sty?"). The plot
developments were also fairly easy to see coming.
The
overall message ("homophobia is bad") is clearly
and powerfully delivered, and the romantic and sexual relationship
between Paulie and Tori is well-handled and realistic - too
realistic for my taste.
I went to a girls boarding school, and I had a friend like Paulie
(I'll call her Sue). Sue was involved in a "secret"
relationship with another friend (I'll call her Katrina) that
all the other kids knew about. Like Mary in the film, I was the
"third wheel," the one who didn't quite know what was
going on at first, even when we stayed over at Sue's house and
they put me in the guest room while they both slept in Sue's room
with the stereo turned up really loud.
Like
Tori, Katrina broke it off with Sue our senior year, when Katrina's
parents found out about their relationship and began pressuring
her not to see Sue anymore. Sue didn't take it very well, but
instead of jumping off a roof she started doing crank. Then selling
it. Katrina went to college and joined a cult that brainwashed
her and turned her into a Stepford wife, so that now she denies
she was ever in a relationship with Susan at all.
I
haven't seen either one of them for years, for the same reason
that I probably won't watch this movie again: it's too sad. And
frankly, I've had enough of stories that end badly for lesbians/bisexual
women.
It
may well be true that if more straight people watched movies like
Lost and Delirious, we wouldn't have so many of those
stories to tell. But for lesbians and bisexual women, it's just
another reminder of how far we still have to go before that happens.