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Four­teen – first look review

10 Feb 2019

Words by Ian Mantgani

A woman with long hair sits at a table in a cafe, pensively looking out of a window while holding a cup of coffee.
A woman with long hair sits at a table in a cafe, pensively looking out of a window while holding a cup of coffee.
Amer­i­can film­mak­er Dan Sal­litt deliv­ers a del­i­cate, sub­tly dev­as­tat­ing por­trait of friend­ship and depression.

They stand against a wall, as Jo takes a cig­a­rette break, and Mara talks about din­ner plans with a guy they used to go to school with, won­der­ing if it’s a date or not. Mara is a teach­ing assis­tant who feels unin­spired but sta­ble, Jo is a researcher whose flash­es of bril­liance are cut with search­ing self-doubt. They’re both attrac­tive, in dif­fer­ent ways: Mara is short and self-con­tained; Jo is stat­uesque and dom­i­neer­ing. The title is Four­teen, but these char­ac­ters are New York­ers in their twen­ties. We won­der where this is going.

They have many meet­ings like this, and there are moments when Mara finds her­self stood up by Jo or is called to her res­cue at inop­por­tune moments. Seem­ing­ly insignif­i­cant details of their per­son­al­i­ties are eked out. Mara goes on a date with a guy, steer­ing an awk­ward attempt at a kiss into a friend­ly hug. Jo com­plains that her land­la­dy doesn’t want her smok­ing in the apart­ment, dis­ap­pears to get cakes and brown­ies, flops out of this job and that one, waves a wad of 20 dol­lar bills on the street, and invari­ably lets her com­pul­sions get the bet­ter of her.

Four­teen is at its heart a film about depres­sion, though it takes a while for that to become clear. In that way it’s true to how the black dog of men­tal ill­ness makes itself known, an inter­rup­tion to the cycle of func­tion­al thoughts, com­ing out of nowhere with semi-reg­u­lar­i­ty, knock­ing some­one off their perch. Jo suc­cumbs to drug binges and days glued to bed, but they seem like iso­lat­ed inci­dents; only when she’s qui­et­ly crum­bling, talk­ing a lit­tle faster, a lit­tle more errat­i­cal­ly, do we, and Mara, prop­er­ly realise this is becom­ing the pat­tern of Jo’s life.

The film plays out as scenes in a friend­ship, unfold­ing over the course of a decade. Direc­tor Dan Sal­litt has now made four micro-bud­get fea­tures, and one of his key influ­ences is the stark, emo­tion­al­ly rig­or­ous French direc­tor Mau­rice Pialat who in films like We Won’t Grow Old Togeth­er estab­lished a sim­i­lar rhythm to the one Sal­litt cre­ates here. It’ll be halfway through a dia­logue scene before we realise how much time has passed since the last one, as lay­ers of time and emo­tion­al knot­ti­ness accu­mu­late by stealth.

Sallitt’s com­pa­ny is called Sta­t­ic Pro­duc­tions and, true to the name, his cam­era rarely moves, star­ing at the char­ac­ters in an unflinch­ing and unset­tling man­ner. He uses a famil­iar sta­ble of actors – there are appear­ances from Dylan McCormick, who was the lead­ing man in Sallitt’s debut fea­ture, Hon­ey­moon, and Strawn Bovee, the lead from his fol­low-up, All the Ships at Sea. As Mara, Tal­lie Medel, who both­starred in Sallitt’s incest dra­ma The Unspeak­able Act, is pierc­ing, present and cen­tred. As Jo, rel­a­tive new­com­er Nor­ma Kuh­ling cre­ates a del­i­cate por­trait of some­one who seems wry and spon­ta­neous, but who is qui­et­ly, incre­men­tal­ly los­ing her shit.

You say some­thing and their eyes glaze over and they’ve made up their mind – I’ve been watch­ing them glaze over since I was four­teen,” she says of men­tal health pro­fes­sion­als at the late point in the movie when the title is explic­it­ly ref­er­enced. That was the year her cat died, the year she start­ed slip­ping in and out of health. Beyond that, there’s no Rose­bud smok­ing gun to explain what caused her prob­lems, and indeed Four­teen is a film that resists histri­on­ics and over-expla­na­tion at each of its stages.

Many of us have these forks in our road which rip­ple through­out the rest of our lives, depriv­ing us of all we could have been, creep­ing up to side­swipe us. Most of us sur­vive them bet­ter than Jo. But life often works the way it does in this film – chap­ters reveal them­selves drift­ing­ly, or in hind­sight, rather than with out­bursts or crys­tallis­ing speech­es, and as we get old­er, we sur­prise our­selves with what we can get used to, whether it’s the pram in the hall­way or the mon­key on our back. When the tear­ful scene in Four­teen comes, a lot of chances have already passed by. This is a won­der­ful, sub­tly dev­as­tat­ing film from a voice in Amer­i­can inde­pen­dent cin­e­ma that will hope­ful­ly become bet­ter known.

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