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Damsels In Distress

Actors: Analeigh Tipton, Carrie MacLemore, Megalyn Echikunwoke, Greta Gerwig

Genre(s): Factual

Running time: 99 minutes

Whit Stillman's long awaited follow up to 1998's The Last Days Of Disco isn't as good as it sounds - a Jane Austen meets Heathers-in-reverse drama.

The unbearably likable trio of Violet (indie darling Gerwig), Heather (MacLemore) and Rose (Echikunwoke) plan to make life better for the students at their college with a two-step suicide prevention plan: good hygiene and dance. Welcoming newcomer Lily (Tipton) into the mix, the girls embark on a series of relationships that... don't have anything to do with anything. Apologies, but trying to somehow retrospectively shoehorn a plot into this movie would be a lie because it's just a bunch of barely-connected stuff that happens.

Damsels In Distress's problem is that apart from Tipton, the characters here don't exist anywhere on planet earth. In a robotic fashion, Violet, Heather and Rose go to college parties because that's what people do in college – they go to parties. They dance at these parties because that's what people do at parties – they dance. Ruled by a strict logic, the girls don't respond to verbal abuse if there is a modicum of truth in the abuser's words. The boys that orbit their strange little world are equally odd. One of them doesn't know his colours (not colour blind – he doesn’t know his colours), which might be funny in an Adam Sandler movie but the joke, and so many like it, is so out of place here.

Tipton is the audience – despite the extraordinary waistline, she's the ordinary girl plonked down into this world and finds it as alien as we do. Usually, the film would be shot through her eyes but director Stillman only uses her to show the audience how different everyone is (think Winona Ryder in Heathers) and then discards her. She turns up every now and then but to what end is confusing. Damsels In Distress is all about Violet.

When you have endless scenes where characters lie in their bunks just talking you know the film lacks forward momentum. Sometimes a plot hints at taking off - Violet thinks she wants her boyfriend back; the college newspaper gets a new editor and rubs Violet up the wrong way; Lily's French boyfriend has odd sexual preferences based on his religion – but nothing ever comes of it. What is amazing is that despite the airiness and flakiness on show Stillman manages to have everyone on the same page, which is some feat considering the wishy-washy nature of it all.

It stumbles upon comedy from time to time: Gerwig has the odd quotable line ("Speaking of suicide prevention, do you have a boyfriend?") and Echikunwoke's pronunciation of 'op-er-at-or' is funny the first and second time you hear it – by the eight time, however, it starts to grate. Much like the movie as a whole.