Motherhood is using your shirt to wipe runny noses and dirty faces.
Catherine Breillat brings us into an alternate reality of France where it's not all about the elegance of love and romance, but a washed-out place both in color and moral fiber where the idea of sex is messy and sudden while the concept of virginity is not about its preservation but to whom it must be lost and why.
More info: upvotes 3 years ago My mum taught us to pick up after ourselves, even at that age - otherwise we'd feel the wrath of dad.
Side vaggers spit their champagne out at 1800's ladies who were considered scandalous when they flashed their ankle.
Yet the essence of the sisters' relationship does not start and end on sexual commentaries.
We are also compelled to notice the sisters' 'love-hate' connection.