Innocence

In a secluded, fog‑draped boarding school for girls, an enigmatic rite welcomes each new class: the girls appear as though they have risen from coffins, their arrival accompanied by whispered chants and the rustle of braided hair. The school’s halls are lined with shadowed corridors, forest clearings where the students move in flowing dances, and a lake that seems to separate their world from anything beyond its surface. A quiet, almost reverent tone pervades, hinting at ancient customs and mysteries that have been carefully preserved by generations of women.

Iris is the newest arrival, a wide‑eyed child thrust into this austere community and instantly marked by the crimson ribbon that signals the youngest rank. The ribbons—each a different colour—act as a subtle hierarchy, denoting a girl’s age and standing within the house. As she navigates her new life, she encounters Selma, the once‑holder of the red ribbon now wearing orange, whose guarded resentment reflects the tension that can arise between the old and the new. Bianca, a seasoned violet‑ribbon student, steps in as a reluctant mentor, offering a mix of stern guidance and fleeting kindness. The girls are further shaped by the enigmatic instructors Mademoiselle Edith, who moves with a cane, and Mademoiselle Eva, whose lessons in dance blend discipline with a strange, almost hypnotic allure.

Beneath the surface of daily routines—studies, swimming in the lake, and communal care—there is a palpable sense of secrecy. Elderly caretakers whisper of past attempts to leave, while the headmistress arrives periodically, an aloof figure whose presence underscores the school’s isolation. The girls’ relationships flicker between companionship and rivalry, each bond tinged with the knowledge that their innocence is being tested by forces they cannot fully comprehend.

The film unfolds as a haunting meditation on the loss of naïveté, inviting the audience to linger in its mist‑filled corridors and listen to the soft murmur of ritual. It balances lyrical beauty with an undercurrent of unease, suggesting that the true education here lies not in textbooks but in the cryptic, lingering echoes of a tradition that reshapes every girl who enters its walls.

Last Updated: November 25, 2025 at 15:03