Stockholm Film Festival

Thirteen. The first of seven long teenage years. Those who survive ought to receive a medal. Maybe you get used to it, but it's difficult to believe. It's all obvious, but I'm the only one who understands. Nobody else. Mum is hysterical because she has fallen in love with an English guy she met on a language course abroad. Why go on about it? It's not as though she's pregnant. And I'm the one who suffers. In school the new girl has nicked my desk. She thinks she's special, goes on about having lived in Spain and stuff. Everyone crowds around her asking lots of questions. The guys in the ninth grade seem interested. Why aren't boys interested in me? One with a moped. Though what's so great about that really? They only want to grope you and they're such idiots when we get changed for PE. They're a bit soft with their bikes and skateboards. Talking of bikes. Dad, he's a sight for the Almighty. On with his slimline, gaudy, cycle suit over his flabby body and then he says: '' ... just going out for a spot of air''. And then on with a bright red helmet and away. I'd die of shame for less. Good job he isn't as hysterical as mum when it comes to other things though.Like that time the headmaster phoned home because I'd run into the boys' showers, mum called me a pervert. But it wasn't supposed to have happened like that. We were just going to get the boys back and run into their changing rooms for a change. And the other girls didn't follow me. They stopped half way without me noticing. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't just stand there in the doorway and look stupid. I had to carry on running, and suddenly I was there, in the showers. Pretty embarrassing really, when you think about it now, but still it's not the end of the world. But mum doesn't understand. The fire was worse. That was a mix up as well. Bea (her from Spain) and me were just trying each other out a bit, and well, you know ... things happen. I've promised Bea (she's alright once you get to know her, though there's still something funny about her) not to tell anyone. It's pretty tough in school. Investigations by the police and stuff. But we're keeping our traps shut. Why can't they just let it drop? The school's still there, it's just a bit black on the end. Norwegian girl and thirteen. Six more years as a teenager. How can you cope? Why doesn't anyone understand? It's all very simple. I've just explained it; Never 13 again. AS 

Premiärstatus

Svensk premiär

Medverkande

Sofie Stange Cappelen, Martine Karlsen, Anne Krigsvoll

Producent

Dag Nordahl

Manus

Sirin Eide & Maureen Thomas

Foto

Kjell Vassdal

Musik

Knut Halmrast

Talat språk

Norwegian

 

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