Chris Knipp
09-18-2006, 11:49 PM
Andrew Bujalski: Mutual Appreciation (2005)
A nuanced shyness
Review by Chris Knipp
WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS
I haven’t seen this director’s first film, the 2002 Funny Ha Ha, but I’m already a fan, if a mild one, from this second effort. It’s enjoyable to watch the quiet textures of ordinary young adult American life that Andrew Bujalski weaves, because his people talk in ways that are both witty and remarkably believable, even if the rhythms are mostly lackadaisical.
"If John Cassavetes had directed a script by Eric Rohmer," Variety’s Joe Leydon has written, "the result might have looked and sounded like Mutual Appreciation." That indeed does give you a starting point for understanding what Andrew Bujalski (a Harvard film graduate, now thirty-one) is up to, except that these aren’t Seventies American actors or later French ones, but mostly twenty-something American non-actors, and the result of the blending of methods and interests of those two older directors is different, of course, from either Rohmer or Cassavetes. Bujalski’s film is grainy black and white, the look is rough, the scenes are improvisational and vérité. The topics and the conversations are delicate, however, like Rohmer’s; there aren’t any long harangues or violent arguments or tortured late-night epiphanies as was Cassavetes’ way. Attractions, desires, choices – no huge dramas.
There's really just a triangle, two male friends and the girlfriend of one of them. The boyfriend is Lawrence (Bujalski himself); the girlfriend is Ellie (Rachel Clift). The other guy is Alan (Justin Rice, in real life founder of the indie-rock band Bishop Allen), who's just come to town (NYC, i.e., Brooklyn), whose band has split up, and who wants to get started again. Alan has an interview of radio, and the host, Sara (Seung-Min Lee) later hits on him. During the course of the action, at several times when Lawrence is away, Alan and Ellie acknowledge that they "like" each other. They have a "moment," as they say. But they don't do anything about it, as far as we see (the scenes are chopped off at the ends almost every time; that's the style). They both separately tell Lawrence about their "moment." Some consideration of gender roles comes up when Lawrence agrees -- very half-heartedly -- to participate in a reading of women's experiences with men; and when Alan is talked into putting on a dress. The trio of lovers and friends acknowledge the temptation to infidelity that has happened and end with a group hug. That's all that happens in the 109 minutes.
There’s a handheld camera, the grainy look of 16 mm., but Bujalski doesn’t revel in the richness of black and white as Cassavetes’ cameramen did. There’s nothing particularly cinematic about Bujalski’s method, which also has little to do with politics or current events or trends – except for the presence of cell phones. There are hardly any exterior shots. But something magical does happen in the way Bujalski and Rice and the other main characters, who aren’t particularly photogenic, to put it mildly, start to look good to us, because the inner beauty of their natures – Alan’s openness and positivity; Lawrence’s sensitivity and goodness – gradually emerges from the thick grain. Because Bujalski’s kitchen-sink use of awkwardness is so adept, it almost disappears. The pace is sometimes excruciating, but in a way this isn’t a movie; it doesn’t feel like one; and that’s not so bad.
What makes the movie a success is the naturalness doesn’t seem forced or self-conscious. The people aren’t actor-y like Cassavetes and his pals. Their conversations are choppy and awkward sometimes, but alert, even witty. These aren’t Actors Studio-style tortured-intensity Stanislawski moments, but remarkably believable recreations of twenty-first-century, twenty-something American conversations. Bujalski's charcters, as his Wikipedia bio says, are "well-educated, yet socially inept young white people." The scenes, which include a show at a club that’s not very well attended, and a little gathering at an older man’s house afterward followed by another dying party of three women in wigs, and phone conversations between Alan, the singer, and his father (one of them to voice mail, while Alan strums his guitar and doesn’t answer), have a documentary feel, but it's a documentary that's niftily edited, about people observed so nicely you end by liking them.
In limited release. Seen at Cinema Village NYC September 18, 2006.
A nuanced shyness
Review by Chris Knipp
WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS
I haven’t seen this director’s first film, the 2002 Funny Ha Ha, but I’m already a fan, if a mild one, from this second effort. It’s enjoyable to watch the quiet textures of ordinary young adult American life that Andrew Bujalski weaves, because his people talk in ways that are both witty and remarkably believable, even if the rhythms are mostly lackadaisical.
"If John Cassavetes had directed a script by Eric Rohmer," Variety’s Joe Leydon has written, "the result might have looked and sounded like Mutual Appreciation." That indeed does give you a starting point for understanding what Andrew Bujalski (a Harvard film graduate, now thirty-one) is up to, except that these aren’t Seventies American actors or later French ones, but mostly twenty-something American non-actors, and the result of the blending of methods and interests of those two older directors is different, of course, from either Rohmer or Cassavetes. Bujalski’s film is grainy black and white, the look is rough, the scenes are improvisational and vérité. The topics and the conversations are delicate, however, like Rohmer’s; there aren’t any long harangues or violent arguments or tortured late-night epiphanies as was Cassavetes’ way. Attractions, desires, choices – no huge dramas.
There's really just a triangle, two male friends and the girlfriend of one of them. The boyfriend is Lawrence (Bujalski himself); the girlfriend is Ellie (Rachel Clift). The other guy is Alan (Justin Rice, in real life founder of the indie-rock band Bishop Allen), who's just come to town (NYC, i.e., Brooklyn), whose band has split up, and who wants to get started again. Alan has an interview of radio, and the host, Sara (Seung-Min Lee) later hits on him. During the course of the action, at several times when Lawrence is away, Alan and Ellie acknowledge that they "like" each other. They have a "moment," as they say. But they don't do anything about it, as far as we see (the scenes are chopped off at the ends almost every time; that's the style). They both separately tell Lawrence about their "moment." Some consideration of gender roles comes up when Lawrence agrees -- very half-heartedly -- to participate in a reading of women's experiences with men; and when Alan is talked into putting on a dress. The trio of lovers and friends acknowledge the temptation to infidelity that has happened and end with a group hug. That's all that happens in the 109 minutes.
There’s a handheld camera, the grainy look of 16 mm., but Bujalski doesn’t revel in the richness of black and white as Cassavetes’ cameramen did. There’s nothing particularly cinematic about Bujalski’s method, which also has little to do with politics or current events or trends – except for the presence of cell phones. There are hardly any exterior shots. But something magical does happen in the way Bujalski and Rice and the other main characters, who aren’t particularly photogenic, to put it mildly, start to look good to us, because the inner beauty of their natures – Alan’s openness and positivity; Lawrence’s sensitivity and goodness – gradually emerges from the thick grain. Because Bujalski’s kitchen-sink use of awkwardness is so adept, it almost disappears. The pace is sometimes excruciating, but in a way this isn’t a movie; it doesn’t feel like one; and that’s not so bad.
What makes the movie a success is the naturalness doesn’t seem forced or self-conscious. The people aren’t actor-y like Cassavetes and his pals. Their conversations are choppy and awkward sometimes, but alert, even witty. These aren’t Actors Studio-style tortured-intensity Stanislawski moments, but remarkably believable recreations of twenty-first-century, twenty-something American conversations. Bujalski's charcters, as his Wikipedia bio says, are "well-educated, yet socially inept young white people." The scenes, which include a show at a club that’s not very well attended, and a little gathering at an older man’s house afterward followed by another dying party of three women in wigs, and phone conversations between Alan, the singer, and his father (one of them to voice mail, while Alan strums his guitar and doesn’t answer), have a documentary feel, but it's a documentary that's niftily edited, about people observed so nicely you end by liking them.
In limited release. Seen at Cinema Village NYC September 18, 2006.