Review of Whirlygirl

Straight-laced prep student James (a fine and likable performance by Julian Morris) becomes completely infatuated with enticing exotic dancer Whirlygirl (well played with unexpected depth and expected sexy aplomb by ravishing blonde Monet Mazur) and decides to risk everything by following the babe to New York City. So far, so familiar. But thankfully director Jim Wilson and writer Peter McCormack eschew crude lowbrow humor in favor of a pleasant and touching examination of morality and responsibility in which both main characters help each other evolve into better people. James in particular makes for an appealing protagonist as he learns to shed his inhibitions and be more spontaneous. Moreover, Mazur does a stellar job of portraying the humanity and vulnerability lurking just beneath the surface of the titular gal's shallow party girl facade. In addition, there are sturdy supporting contributions by J.A.Q. as James' loyal roommate Raoul, Rob Sullivan as hard-nosed adviser Mr. McTavish, and Woody Boley as obsessed stalker Monty. Christo Bakalov's sharp cinematography provides a nice handsome look. Both the cool soundtrack and Deborah Lurie's neatly percolating score keep things bubbling along. Best of all, this movie is done with real heart and sincerity. A cute little sleeper.