Tamara (2016)

Tamara arrives from France in 2016, a teen comedy adapted from the comic strip by Zidrou and Christian Darasse, and it concerns a fifteen-year-old girl who is complexed about her curves. She bets her best friend that she can date the first boy to walk through the classroom door. The boy turns out to be Diego, the handsomest specimen in the school. Complications follow, as they do. Alexandre Castagnetti directs with the mild efficiency such material requires, and the enterprise has since produced a sequel, which suggests the formula held.

The central anxiety is Tamara's body. The production asked Heloise Martin, cast at twenty, to gain weight for the role, and the film spends its runtime on a girl trying to shed the label of big. This is a body-image narrative in the mainstream register: mean girls scheme, a mother hen hovers, and the resolution arrives at self-acceptance without much fuss. A feminist current runs underneath, modest and unstated, about the way adolescent girls are audited for their physical dimensions. The ensemble is visibly multiethnic, with Oulaya Amamra and Rayane Bensetti among the cast, though the film never remarks on it. The backgrounds exist. The commentary does not. A drag routine involving the younger sister provides a flicker of queer-adjacent stagecraft, then vanishes.

The rest of the ledger is bare. No environmental theme. No class critique, no corporate villain, no appetite for redistribution. No racial consciousness, no neurodivergent character, no historical subject requiring revision. The moral of self-acceptance is delivered with the light touch of the genre, a shrug instead of a sermon. It is a pleasant film about a girl and a bet, and it knows better than to lecture us about it. For that restraint, we may be briefly grateful, though gratitude is not the same as interest, and the film does not ask for much of either. It simply wants to be liked, and it mostly is, in the way of a decent afternoon.

A final observation on the casting: the diversity is real but incidental, a fact of contemporary French production. Tamara is not a project. It is a comedy with a bet in it, and the bet pays off, and everyone learns something small about kindness. The classification is settled, and the file may be closed without ceremony of any kind, which is the fate of most films and, on balance, the correct one here. We move on to the next entry with the same weary diligence we bring to all of them, because the work of sorting is never finished, and someone, somewhere, must do it.

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