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Thursday, September 10, 2015

Mistress America (2015): Funny, Not So Screwy Screwball Comedy


Mistress America is the second collaborative feature co-written by Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig, starring the latter and directed by the former, following 2012’s Frances Ha [review]. The new film bears similarities to Francis Ha, but feels more assured, more complete. Plus, being a bit more commercial, it’s in color! It’s also a lot funnier. 

The first half of this tight 84 minute character-driven movie introduces us to the dramatis personae and provides the setup. There are two main characters, but a handful of other new and old friends, neighbors and even a nemesis or two to make things interesting. The second half starts as a road trip and winds up with a memorable screwball-inspired set piece in an upscale home in Greenwich Connecticut. 

Gerwig plays a young 30-year-old millennial named Brooke - a character with issues not unlike Frances' in that she clearly has yet to "grow up" and find her footing.  But to Gerwig’s credit, Brooke does not look, sound or act like Frances.  She is a new and indelible creation: a quirky, funny, beguiling girl/woman, with a bold, self-assured personality – an act, actually, which masks vulnerability and self doubt.  Many of Brooke’s friends and contemporaries have married, perhaps moved to the suburbs, taken responsible jobs, are having babies, and generally behaving more and more like grown-ups, while she lives gypsy-like in an unauthorized (i.e. illegal) funky-stylish New York loft, may or may not have a boyfriend (he’s abroad), and holds down the occasional part-time gig but has no career.  All of this weighs on her. On the flipside, Brooke is creative, energetic, outspoken, vivacious to the point of effervescence, and full of life.

Lonely, insecure, 18-year-old Barnard freshman Tracy (Lola Kirke ), on meeting Brooke for the first  time sees all of this, but is wowed and charmed by those latter qualities.Tracy feels like an outsider and tentative about most everything, while Brooke has pizzazz, her life is an adventure, she is fun to be with. Their first meeting turns into a full day together – the most memorable experience of Tracy's young life. She latches on to Brooke as a kind of Robin to the former’s Batman. Fatefully, Brooke also becomes Tracy's muse and the subject of a short story she writes for the campus literary magazine (Tracy is an aspiring writer).


Brooke has plans to open a fabulous, yet cozy gathering-place sort of restaurant in trendy Brooklyn. A place where the food takes you back to your childhood, a comfortable place where people from the neighborhood want to hang out because it feels like home, a place where the waitstaff mingles with the customers, a warm and fuzzy place where you can bring your babies or your pets, get your hair cut … what? Anyway, Brooke has investors, and for once in her life she's determined to follow through with one of her brilliant ideas and make this happen.

The problem is, one of the investors drops out, and Brooke needs to raise a bunch of money fast. What to do? Ask a psychic, of course. This leads to the Greenwich roadtrip, which in turn ushers in Baumbach and Gerwig’s screwball comedy homage.  Brooke needs to appeal for dough to her very rich former beau, Dylan, while confronting Mamie-Claire, Dylan’s wife and Brooke’s former BFF (who swiped not only her boyfriend but Brooke’s cats and a lucrative business idea, too, and is now her “nemesis”). Tracy comes along for moral support, along with her friend, Tony (because he has a car), shadowed by his paranoid girlfriend, Nicolette. Then there's Mamie-Claire’s very pregnant friend Karen, whose husband has forgotten to pick her up after the literary club meeting, and Harold, a resentful neighbor, popping in for a house tour. In short, a delightful confusion of characters. Everyone’s got an agenda, everyone has something to say, and the dialogue flies along.

While not as completely silly or madcap as some of the classics, such as Bringing up Baby (1938) or His Gal Friday  (1940) - the finale is perhaps closer to Palm Beach Story (1942) or Twentieth Century (1934) in tone - Mistress America manages to use the exquisite chaos of the Greenwich scenes to seriously delve a little, revealing a bit  more of Brooke behind her masks, as well as a deeper understanding of Tracy, who is less of a baby than she may have appeared. There is some moralizing about the ethics of authors appropriating the persona of people they know for their art, but this is less interesting than just getting to know these people.

Greta Gerwig is establishing herself as one of America's great young actresses. Brooke is just a  wonderful creation. She looks, acts and talks in a grandiose and somewhat stilted manner, with an affect completely unlike Gerwig’s Frances Ha. (I  recently also saw Gerwig in 2014’s The Humbling, where she plays opposite Al Pacino, and she is altogether different in that role as well).  Brooke is charismatic, energetic, and would be the center of attention even if she didn't demand it. At first, and at various times throughout Mistress America, she seems childish and narcissistic – making pronouncements (often hilarious) about anything and everything, most of which commencing with "I", as in “I hear everything;" or "I'll probably end up doing something depressing, but young."  And while at times, Brooke seems oblivious to who she is, how she comes across, or even the presence of others (except as her audience) – she will then turn around and let us know that she IS aware, that she does hear and listen, and that she appreciates how most everyone else has "advanced" in life while she is treading water. She longs to belong, to create a community or be part of one, to be less of a free spirit and more of the creative force, to come of age – but she is unsure how. For all her magnificent bravado, she is lonely and insecure. At one point, Dylan tells her: "Whatever you're doing, it's working." Brooke responds, "No … it isn't."


But my, is she ever quotable! My favorite  [to college students concerned about infidelity within their (incipient) relationships]: "There's no adultery when you're eighteen. You should all be touching each other all the time."

There was quite a bit of after-chat about Mistress America in my group, as we walked out of the theater.  One reason was the clever way the film presented us with multiple perspectives of Brooke to chew on: Brook’s self image, Tracy’s perception of Brooke as her friend and as a writer (and as quasi-narrator of the story), Brooke through the eyes of some of the other characters – who clearly let us in on their opinions through words and expressions, and our own (or Baumbach’s) take on her, since some of her scenes are for our eyes and ears only, most notably one near the end in which she takes a call from her father out of earshot of Tracy and the others.

In addition to Gerwig the entire ensemble was excellent, especially Kirke as a believable Tracy,  Michael Chernus as Dylan, Mathew Shear as Tony, and Heather Lind as Mamie-Claire. I’d single out whoever played the psychic, but that actor does not seem to be credited.


In wide release  -  84 minutes

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