Få meg på, for faen
Adolescence is a confusing time, what with young bodies suddenly flooded with hormones leading to strange new urges and all. And the frustratingly ambivalent messages coming in from the rest of the world don’t really help matters. Everyone has some embarrassing misstep in their past, so it’s not really a surprise that teenage sex comedies are popular.
It’s a little more surprising — though not by much — that they’re overwhelmingly dominated by stories about teenage boys. After all, girls get horny too, or so I have it on reliable testimony. So it’s nice not only to see a girl’s story in Få meg på, for faen — released in English as Turn Me On, Dammit! — but to see a teenage sex comedy for once that doesn’t degenerate into lowbrow dick-and-fart humor. Or not as much as, say, American Pie does.
The girl in question is fifteen-year-old Alma (Helene Bergsholm), living in the small Norwegian town of Skoddenheim and hating it. Her friend Saralou (Malin Bjørhovde) hates it, too; they both flip off the town’s sign whenever the bus passes it. Sara’s sister, Ingrid (Beate Støfring) doesn’t, but she’s pretty and popular; her biggest problem seems to be a terminal addiction to lip gloss.
No such luck for Alma, whose mind wanders incessantly — and her fingers almost as much — to fantasies that usually focus on her crush, Artur (Matias Myren), but can involve just about anyone around her. Alma’s mother (Henriette Steenstrup) is less than supportive, only facing up to Alma’s situation when forced to by a thousand-dollar phone sex bill.
But while every teenager is thinking about sex, the number one rule is not to admit it in public. And when Alma accidentally lets it slip she finds herself ostracized. Even Saralou refuses to talk to her except when far away from school and the other kids.
Adapter and director Jannicke Dystad Jacobsen effectively communicates the frustration of being caught in this sort of social no-win scenario. For her part, despite a few hitches in her performance, Bergsholm draws a clear arc from the typical sort of awkward, clueless sexual fantasies common to those mourning their virginity down towards the sort of self-loathing all too many teenagers face in the absence of supportive voices. And of course however things turn out with her social life — not to mention with Artur — we know she’s going to find them. This is a comedy, after all.
And besides, it would be a terrible waste for one of the few movies around that’s willing to deal honestly with young women’s sexuality didn’t end up telling them straight out that they’re not horrible, despicable freaks for having a sexuality in the first place. God knows nobody else seems to be stepping up to say it. The easy way out is to contrive some new scandal to distract Alma’s classmates from their focus on her, but never actually refuting the implication that she was wrong. This is the way most such movies go, and it’s good to see one buck the trend and actually go its own way.
Worth It: yes.
Bechdel Test: pass.