Obvious Child. On occasion, the joyous raunch clashes with the truth-telling, and the light ’90s nostalgia sometimes detracts from the emotional urgency. The story moves in awkward fits and starts — but so do people. Especially the generation the film depicts, represented here by a confused teen terrified of commitment and a dissatisfied laugher too smart to make speeches about the Way Things Are, the way those dopes did in Reality Bites.
Not much happens, and everything happens, including hookups and dustups, pained truth-telling and peace-saving lies. Robespierre’s film, abundant in pleasures and insights, is more varied and confident than her debut, 2014’s