Father Theriault: Happiness is a journey, not a goal, but we don’t realize it while it’s happening.
When I saw Laurent Cantet’s Oscar-nominated film, THE CLASS, I was shocked at how natural everything seemed, at how real everything felt. At times, I would forget that I was watching a work of fiction even. So I was very surprised when I saw Cantet’s latest film, FOXFIRE: CONFESSIONS OF A GIRL GANG, to see that the tone felt so forced, so false. The film finds its own charms eventually but it is a far cry from what I was hoping for in his follow-up.
FOXFIRE is adapted from the Joyce Carol Oates novel and refers specifically to an all-girl gang. These particular girls, led by Leggs (Raven Adamson) and chronicled by Maddy (Kate Coseni), start out with five and grow from there, in this tiny New York town, in 1955. The girls in this town are subjected to everything from ridicule to rape. The boys, young and old, pretty much treat them however they like because they’re girls and they would certainly never fight back. But that is exactly what they do and once they get a taste of it, they just want more and more.