The title of the film refers to size 36 (girls), the biggest size for dresses sold to young girls in France before they have to start wearing young women clothing. And that's precisely the size of dress our heroine is wearing when we meet her. She is supposed to be in the care of her older brother, but his own sick aspirations get in the way of him being a good role model to her. So one night, our heroine goes to hangout at a hotel's bar where she meets a much older guy who happens to be some sort of a local celebrity. They quickly become friends and it becomes clear sooner than later that he is interested in more that just her brightness and peculiar nature but also what she looks like underneath her clothes. And our dear heroine, an unabashed little girl eager to become the sort of women her brother knocks up and around, attempts to meet him half way but then wants to reconsider at the point of no-return. Apart from the fact that the film is hopelessly dated, it's really really out there and shamelessly unapologetic but hey! it's French what else can you expect?
Review of 36 fillette
