Review of Young & Beautiful

The beauty of the film lies predominantly on its vulnerable, delicate goddesy protagonist,Isabelle,who looks outrageously like alike a younger version of Julia Roberts, with a touch of girly innocence and less obtrusive, this is a star that brings the summer beach a shred of rosie taint and gossamer hormone heat. The film is not interested in giving a psychoanalysis of the characters' peculiar behaviors, nor inducing the audience's judgmental call by laying down a handful of evidentiary background. It simply told a story that I feel related to, as a precocious girl myself, the changing in my mentality on a daily basis is tantalizing, probably too chimerical to keep pace with the physique changing, and those changes keep pushing the boundaries with invisible flame burning inside me, I also like the excitement when received a message from a total stranger, putting on makeup for fun or just for practice, and going out in the noisy gloomy so that by the time I walk out of the building it will be dark, like a whole day just passed without notice. The fortunate difference is I've never encountered a traumatic emergency like that, I gradually stop this practice because my schoolwork is getting overwhelmed and have no mood to more rendezvous. If I have to make one disapproving point in the movie is its depiction of Isabelle's family and her relationship with her mother, which sort of allow the beautiful story become a generic and predictive one, of course, if there's a mischievous girl, we have to analyze her childhood memories and possible traumatic influence, there simply HAS to be a reason to justify its abnormality, a system of diagnosis and precedents with similar syndrome has to exist for us to corroborate and understand or even predict the behaviors. This psychoanalysis compulsiveness often baffles me when the concept of individuality seems to be quiet pervasively understood by the general populace, children growing in a wealthy and happy family can become all sort of formation whether you like it or not, and trying to label this as 'self objectification' or 'self-worth seeking''juvenile recalcitrance''coquettish trials to experience the feelings of growing mature'is not gonna work.

The relationship with her brother is beyond reproach though, in a primevally inquisitive and extremely genuine way, without fixing a value- laden adult assumption to it, the two siblings witness each other's growth with each other's innocent eyes, devoid of perversion or intrusion of the world of morally adults.