"An exercise in film-school pretense, Somersault prettifies the ugliness of a girl's sexual experience after she leaves her mother's nest." - Ed Gonzalez

Reinforces my theory that films about confused people are generally... unsatisfying. As a character piece it gives Cornish some complex material to work with - depicting a teen who is on one hand in the throes of a sexual awakening, and on the other, stuck in very childish ways of thought. All very well, but the writer/director doesn't know where to go with this idea or how to write a structured story with clear motives. It meanders around and flounders in its excessive length. Forgettable.

Weak, nothing to draw in the viewer, poor footage that reminds me of a home video.

The only film I've ever seen that would have been improved by the introduction of a character who was a serial killer. Obvious, depressing stuff. The cinematographer's color palette (mostly harsh blues and greens) made good-looking, talented actors look ugly.

sort of like an australian morvern callar.