Showing posts with label autonomy comedies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autonomy comedies. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Feelings, responsibility and autonomy compete for attention in James C. Strouse's grown-up rom-com, PEOPLE PLACES THINGS


If at first this new rom-com-dramedy seems like the usual bill of fare -- man catches wife in flagrante delicto with another man -- just give the film a few extra minutes. That should be all it takes to allow the cast and especially the film's main character (that befuddled hubby played by the extremely versatile Jemaine Clement, shown on poster, left, and below throughout) to win you over. PEOPLE PLACES  THINGS proves the best of the three movies written and directed by James C. Strouse (the other two are Grace is Gone and The Winning Season) because it keeps character more important than situation,  thus allowing that situation to avoid much of the supposed feel-good necessities that so many other rom-coms embrace.

Filmmaker Strouse (shown at right) has here fashioned a film about a number of different and interesting subjects -- from working as a comic book artist/teacher and marital infidelity to middle-aged dating and joint parenting -- and he juggles them quite well. Further, he has devised a set of fine supporting characters, each one of whom allows us to view his main character, Clement's Will Henry, in a different and increasingly expansive light.

These include his student Kat (a sassy and winning Jessica Williams, above) and her mom (given a nice blend of sophistication, sex appeal and vulnerability by Regina Hall, shown below, left, with Mr. Clement.)

Also on hand are Will's two daughters, below, played by twins Aundrea and Gia Gadsby with the kind of wise-beyond-their-years affectation that here manages to charm rather than annoy us.

Especially well-drawn and well-acted is the character of the girls' mom, played with a alternately funny and annoying combination of befuddle-ment/entitlement/confusion/anger by Stephanie Allynne, below, left.

Strouse's one big slip-up -- for me, at least -- concerns his belief that a professor of American literature who teaches at New York's Columbia University would have had over her life and career no connection to or appreciation of comic books and graphic novels. This rather beggars belief, but I would not let it stop you from viewing and appreciating what's so very good in this film -- which handles growing up, facing stuff and finally moving on about as well as I have seen in some time.

Oh, yes -- and the animation, the art for which our hero is noted, is expert, as well, including Will's explanation to his class about why what's between those comic book frames of art (and the connection that viewers make in their mind) is sometimes as important as the art itself.

From The Film Arcade and Alchemy, the movie hits DVD, VOD and early EST this coming Tuesday, October 6 -- for purchase or rental.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

James Westby's back--and his RID OF ME should make an indie star of Katie O'Grady

It's probably not such a hot idea to marry a guy (or girl) without first meeting his/her very good friends, as our heroine learns to her dismay in RID OF ME, the very funny, very odd, very "personal" indie from James Westby, the Portland (Oregon) based filmmaker who earlier gave us Film Geek and The Auteur. A road-trip movie that starts on the road but the destination of which is more like identity and self-image, the film tracks the journey of its heroine, Meris, from a mousy, immature girl involved in a silly, messy marriage into something that slowly -- and with a number of bizarre steps along the way -- approaches autonomy.

This is the first time writer/director/editor Westby (shown at right) has concentrated on a female protagonist (and so thoroughly, at that), and in the character of Meris Canfield and the person of actress (and co-producer with Westby) Katie O'Grady (below), he has found a combination that hits pay dirt. This is the kind of performance from which indie stars are born. It is also the kind of movie, bizarre in so many ways but consistently riveting and believable despite a bunch of initial misgivings -- that both its lead character and the audience may have -- that one wonders at its provenance.

According to the press material, the idea sprang from painful memories Mr. Westby had of past relationships: How much he hated his ex's friends when he first met them. So he has simply transferred all this onto his female character, and it works, perhaps even better than it might on a male, since, in this society, we expect males to have more self-confidence.

Ms O'Grady exhibits not a trace of confidence. She is so initially forlorn and unsure that, at times you want to rush up and onto the screen to help her out. I notice that in all the press photos, the actress is a gorgeous blond (check out her IMDB photo), but here she's transformed herself into a mousy brownette with a sweet but hardly pre-possessing face (at times she looks quite like a younger Maggie Gyllenhaal). Once she is tossed amidst her new husband's old best friends (the gals are below, the boys above), she seems destined for oblivion -- and fast.

What happens to her (you'll get a preview of this from the movie's initial scene -- a humdinger set in the aisles of a supermarket) is strange and wonderful and makes full use of today's social/sexual mores, as seen and experienced a young woman at the bottom of the barrel determined to somehow get something good out of life.

Meris' journey involves a local candy shop in which her two co-workers are night-and-day delights -- played by two terrific actresses: Orianna Herrman (above, left) and Ritah Parrish -- and a number of very odd gentlemen who cross her path. The humor here always bubbles up from character (Westby is particularly good at this), so that little of sitcom clings to his film. And the film features perhaps the single worst -- and I mean gloriously horrible -- example of karaoke, below, ever committed to video.

Other critics have referred to the movie as a black comedy, but I wouldn't really call it that. For all the sex and sin and use of menstrual blood on display, it's heart is oddly pure and dear. You root for Meris and her friends, even as you realize that they are behaving rather badly. Behavior can change, character maybe not. In any case, black comedy is based on a view of the world as dark. This world, for all the troubles that ensue, is really as bright and sweet as the contents of that charming candy shop.

Rid of Me, from Alcove Productions and Parkwood East Film Company, opens this Friday, November 18, in New York City at the Cinema Village and on November 25 in Chicago at the Facets Cinémathèque.  I hope we'll see it appearing elsewhere around the country. Maybe after word-of-mouth takes off...

The photos above come either from the film itself 
or courtesy of American photographer Mark Fisher.