Margie is a coming-of-age film about a teenaged girl living in the 1920s, navigating high school classes, the debate club, girlfriends and boyfriends, dealing with the embarrassment of having a suffragette grandmother and a mortician father, not to mention recurring bloomer problems.
I've seen this movie many times and have always enjoyed it. It's funny and charming. But, watching it yesterday, I felt uneasy about the main romance between Margie and her French teacher, Mr. Fontayne.
Fontayne is always showing up where Margie is: her debate, the ice skating rink. On prom night, he shows up at her house to return her homework. Fontayne tells Margie's grandmother he'd rather take Margie to the prom than anyone else. He later dances with Margie and tells her the same. In the last scene of the movie, we see them as an older, married couple.
It's implied that Fontayne is less than eight years older than Margie, but that doesn't account for the main problem in their relationship--that he is her teacher. Odd, I never thought about that before.
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