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A Premise

Watched Silver Slipper recently out of curiosity based on the short description about the movie. Looking at dysfunctional lives from outside in through phone screen was an interesting experience but not good cinema. Only one thing stood out for me - the conversation between the two young women before one of them decides to auction off her virginity. The friend opined the first time is not as good as they say it is and its not as painful. These were the data points the protagonist considered in her auctioning decision. There is something to be said for that decision making. Culturally there is a disproportionate value and pressure attached to the event for women. 

For a young person to take the logical next step and quantify that presumed value is not such a big leap. The value goes from intangible to real when the friend suggested that some women can buy fifteen houses with what they get. It seems like the idea to auction and see the bids roll in was exploratory at first but in an unbounded environment where the mother is emotionally distant, arm's length in her parenting style, the course of events follow unimpeded. The kid has to find out where the boundaries and limits are. What her mother will tolerate in the name of her being an adult and when and where she may intervene to put a stop to the madness. 

Not a great movie but definitely an intriguing premise for one. A cautionary tale for parents trying to strike the balance between respect for adulthood and independence and still performing the role of a parent. This is an even harder job at times that just managing the tantrums of a toddler.
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