GFF 2015: While We’re Young 1 97


Kicking off the Glasgow Film Festival this year is While We’re Young, the latest effort from indie filmmaker extraordinaire Noah Baumbach. His last film, Frances Ha, was a stylishly black and white look at the aimlessness of a 20-something in New York. This feels somewhat like the opposite side of that same coin 20 years later, concerned not so much with “what do I do now?” but more with “can’t I be like I was?”

The film follows middle-aged married couple Josh and Cornelia (Ben Stiller and Naomi Watts), with a perfectly secure and by all accounts happy life. However, not quite ready to live the fully grown up life that is supposed to automatically come along with their age, they meet and befriend a much younger, hipster couple (Adam Driver and Amanda Seyfried) with whom Josh shares a vocation; documentary filmmaking. At first they thrive on the spirited energy the other couple brings but they soon begin to suspect their newfound companions aren’t as straightforward and sincere as they first thought.

On the surface While We’re Young seems like just another in a long line of quirky dramedies in which ageing characters complain. However, it’s with a ferociously witty, observant and comically relatable script that Baumbach more than succeeds in setting his film apart from that most crowded of crowds. The wonderfully drawn, expertly played characters are imbued with such a sense of believability thanks to the smart writing that really gives them room to breathe in their own story. And it’s a testament to Baumbach’s writing that even in some of the films more outlandish, even sitcom-esque broad situations – notably a scene in which Josh and Cornelia are invited to take drugs at some sort of ceremony – that it remains authentic.

The performances are uniformly great, from Watts as the wife desperately trying to cling onto the youth the newly befriended couple displays to man-of-the-moment Adam Driver as the effortlessly at ease documentarian Jamie, and in the case of Stiller I don’t think he’s ever been better. It’s the second time he’s worked with Baumbach (the first being in the under-appreciated Greenberg), striking a perfectly balanced dramatic and comedic chord as a character trying to get down with the kids, as it were, but slowly accepting that he’s simply not a “cool” 20-something anymore.

Quite apart from its tackling of issues like getting older and trying to relive the past, the film also explores the idea of authenticity in cinema, particularly documentary filmmaking, and what it means to arrive at a dramatic conclusion honestly. This comes to a head in a moment that seems at first like a cheap gimmick that threatens to derail much of the good work the film has done in the lead up. Thankfully it’s handled with a dramatic narrative precision so that it not only makes sense with what’s come before but is actually at the heart of what the film is trying to say.

There’s a lightness of touch to Baumbach’s latest film that makes it a breezily enjoyable, genuinely laugh-a-minute experience. But it’s that very breeziness that helps the film’s more dramatic moments to sneak up on you, particularly its cathartic, pathos-filled conclusion. It’s like the cinematic equivalent of a warm hug from someone who actually has something observant and important to say about life, growing old and acting your age. Wonderful.

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I’m a freelance film reviewer and blogger with over 10 years of experience writing for various different reputable online and print publications. In addition to my running, editing and writing for Thoughts On Film, I am also the film critic for The National, the newspaper that supports an independent Scotland, covering the weekly film releases, film festivals and film-related features.

I have a passion for all types of cinema, and have a particular love for foreign language film, especially South Korean and Japanese cinema. Favourite films include The Big Lebowski, Pulp Fiction and 2001: A Space Odyssey.

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Movie Review: Home Again 0 415

This review was previously published at The National.

Despite an obviously talented leading lady in Reese Witherspoon and a family pedigree behind the camera in making this sort of rom-com flutter sweetly off the screen, Home Again struggles to finds its way out of cloying cliché and narrative contrivance.

This is the directorial debut of Hallie Myers-Shyer, daughter of genre stalwart Nancy Meyers (The Holiday, What Women Want). It focuses on the life of Alice Kinney (Witherspoon), a single mum who has just turned 40 and tries her best to raise her two daughters Isabel (Lola Flanery) and Rosie (Eden Grace Redfield) in Los Angeles with her job as an interior decorator.

Freshly separated from her British music mogul husband Austen (Michael Sheen), she embarks on a drunken birthday night celebration that leads to her meeting a trio of 20-something lads – Harry (Pico Alexander), George (Jon Rudnitsky) and Teddy (Nat Wolff) – who are trying their best to break into the Hollywood movie business.

The young men improbably end up staying in Alice’s guest house while they work on finishing the script for their first film. Before long they become an integral part of her life, from Alice embarking on a romantic relationship with Harry to George helping out Isabel with her school play. To quote the title of the director’s mother’s 2009 film – it’s complicated.

Except the film mistakes the kind of enjoyably frothy complexity exemplified by the best of the genre for skin-clawing convolution that renders much of the romantic and comedically-tinged drama of Alice’s life lacking in authenticity. Not that it needs the ring of truth that comes with, say, a Ken Loach picture but you need to be able to invest and believe in these characters’ lives as presented.

The approach to gender and generational relationships is simplistic which, of course, is nothing new to a genre that, at least in its Hollywoodized state, so often throws up films meant to be taken as easy-going fluff. But it’s particularly frustrating here when it squanders the potential thrown up with the initial concept of a woman trying to find herself again once she’s out of a stale relationship by entering into one with a much younger man.

It strangely seems far more interested in the plight of the three young men working as three cogs of one creative machine – director/producer, writer and actor – to get ahead in the movie business.  But even then it smacks of implausibility, like a cheap rom-com version of the bromance found in Entourage but without any of the snarky wit or Hollywood satire. Despite decent chemistry between a likeable assembled cast, Home Again is a tough pill to swallow as it rings false through and through.

3.5 out of 10

Movie Review: Goodbye Christopher Robin 0 448

This review was previously published at The National.

The world of celebrated children’s author A. A. Milne and the creation of his beloved Winnie the Pooh stories are chronicled in this frightfully polite biopic from director Simon Curtis (My Week with Marilyn) that flirts with dipping its toes into darker waters but steadfastly clings to safe tropes and always with its top button firmly fastened.

We start off in 1941 where we find an ageing Milne (Domhnall Gleeson in questionable make-up and greyed hair) and his wife Daphne (Margot Robbie) living on their secluded East Sussex farm. They receive a telegram informing them that their son, C.R. Milne, is missing presumed dead after heading off to fight in World War Two.

We then jump back in time to Milne on the front lines of the First World War. He returns from the fighting a changed man; suffering from PTSD (popped balloons evoking sudden gunfire et al.), becoming increasingly sick of just making people laugh with his West End plays and the general hustle-bustle that comes with big city life.

He convinces his reluctant wife to move to the country for some peace and quiet and where his infant son, Christopher Robin (played by Will Tilston at the younger age, Alex Lawther as he gets older), can go on the childhood adventures he deserves with the support of loving nanny Olive (Kelly Macdonald).

Settling into the kind of serene life he craves, he is inspired to create Winnie the Pooh and the rest of his soon-to-be-beloved friends inspired by the stuffed animals with which his young son has become so enamoured. Unfortunately for Christopher – referred to by everyone as “Billy Moon” – his father uses his real name in the stories, turning him into one of the most famous boys in the nation.

Despite the obvious attraction of it exploring the world famous Pooh stories, it’s a film much more interested in the effect it has on a fractured family clinging on to peacefulness, not least the unwanted attention thrust upon a young boy who simply isn’t equipped to handle it and how his parents carry on oblivious.

If anything it takes a curiously bleak outlook on what these stories mean to the world once they’ve been put out there, conveying a somewhat confusing message for a film that ultimately wants us to celebrate these stories as immortally cherished tales; that the Winnie the Pooh embraced immediately by the public and has now stood the test of time for almost a century is in some way missing the point of what it truly means to the author and a son who, inadvertently or not, was used as a tool of innocence to sell the idea of an idyllic childhood in Milne’s Hundred Acre Wood.

It’s bolstered by almost uniformly moving performances; Gleeson plays Milne with a kind of damaged empathy that makes you feel like you get to know the author beyond the public persona. Macdonald is oftentimes heart-breaking as Christopher’s devoted caregiver and Tilston walks away with the film as the adorably sweet-natured young Christopher. It’s only with Robbie that the film makes a misstep; she’s miscast as Milne’s wife and never stepping out of the shadow of cold motherly cliché.

In spite of its darker leanings, the film remains too buttoned up to properly wrestle with those themes in any sort of lasting way, far too polite to ever dive head first into the murky waters into which the drama intermittently peers.

Wrapped in Ben Smithard’s handsomely old-fashioned cinematography and soaked in Carter Burwell’s perpetually swelling score, it’s an aesthetically and emotionally appealing but nevertheless fairly vanilla period biopic best suited to being enjoyed on a rainy Sunday afternoon with tea and biscuits.

6.5 out of 10