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from www.nytimes.com – Flimsier than the stage outfits of its female star, “Meet Monica Velour” may be a teen-geek fantasy but its execution is unexpectedly mature.

The film’s gangly centerpiece is Tobe (Dustin Ingram, owner of a face that will take a bit of growing into), a 17-year-old misfit whose cultural tastes are as backward as his social skills. Unlike his love for 1930s jazz and 1950s automobiles, however, Tobe’s adoration of Monica Velour (Kim Cattrall) — a porn-film workhorse whose titillating triumphs are a good 30 years behind her — is jolted into the present with the news of her live appearance at an Indiana strip club.

In a lather of anticipation, Tobe bids adieu to his crotchety grandfather (Brian Dennehy) and takes to the road in his fast-food van, the giant hot dog on its roof a priapic indicator of his intentions. But when he discovers his dream girl pushing 50, living in a trailer and mired in a custody battle with her ex-husband (Sam McMurray), solving her problems becomes more critical than losing his virginity. Sort of.

Sweet, slight and surprisingly innocent (there’s very little nudity, unless you count Mr. Dennehy’s pallid posterior), Keith Bearden’s debut feature goes light on vulgarity and heavy on character. Like a fledgling Will Ferrell, Mr. Ingram embraces his inner nerd with mouth permanently agape and hair sprouting like florets of burned broccoli. But this is Ms. Cattrall’s movie all the way. Photographed more cruelly than a tabloid victim, she gives Monica a grubby dignity that her “Sex and the City” alter ego, Samantha Jones, would wholeheartedly applaud.