Amélie is one of the most joyful, visually inventive movies of the last twenty-five years, and a classic rite-of-passage film for teens discovering that foreign movies with subtitles aren't homework. Audrey Tautou plays a waitress in Montmartre who finds a hidden tin of childhood treasures behind her bathroom baseboard, tracks down the middle-aged man who hid it forty years earlier, and gets hooked on playing anonymous guardian angel to the eccentric misfits in her neighborhood.
For parents, the only real catch is the rating trap. On paper and on the poster, Amélie looks like pure, wholesome, sugar-spun whimsy. And 97% of it is! The other 3% is unapologetically French: a quick, comedic montage of Parisians mid-orgasm (with brief topless nudity), a love interest who works the counter at a sex shop, and a prologue where a suicidal tourist squashes a character like a Looney Tunes anvil. In France, it was rated U (all audiences); in the US, the MPAA slapped it with an R. If your family doesn't sweat brief sexual humor, it is an easy yes for middle schoolers and up.















