Mistress America | Little White Lies

Mis­tress America

14 Aug 2015 / Released: 14 Aug 2015

Words by David Jenkins

Directed by Noah Baumbach

Starring Greta Gerwig, Lola Kirke, and Seth Barrish

Two women walking down a city street, one wearing a light grey coat and the other wearing a dark hooded jacket.
Two women walking down a city street, one wearing a light grey coat and the other wearing a dark hooded jacket.
5

Anticipation.

Frances Ha is arguably Noah Baumbach's masterpiece, so very excited to see what he and Greta Gerwig do next.

4

Enjoyment.

Too much to unpack in a single sitting.

3

In Retrospect.

Tough to decide if it's too clever, or not clever enough. Either way, it's hard not to feel like you're trapped inside something you don't quite get.

Hold on to your hats… Noah Baum­bach and Gre­ta Ger­wig return with a brisk Brook­lyn neo-screwball.

Attempt­ing to break the world land-speed record for snap­py dia­logue deliv­ery, Noah Baum­bach returns with his sec­ond fea­ture of 2015 which tips its rak­ish­ly-angled straw boater at the screw­ball hey­day of Hecht, Hawks and Sturges (The Palm Bitch Story?).

Mis­tress Amer­i­ca refers to two things: one is Gre­ta Gerwig’s char­ac­ter, Brooke, a hap­py-clap­py career flake with the gift of the gab, but whose words are as shal­low as a pud­dle. Her entry is daz­zling, tip-toe­ing pre­car­i­ous­ly down some stairs on Times Square, mov­ing too fast for com­fort, always look­ing like she’s just about to make a life-end­ing tum­ble. Phys­i­cal self-preser­va­tion is sec­ondary to the bub­bly enter­tain­ments that lay ahead of her.

She offers a some­what aca­d­e­m­ic rep­re­sen­ta­tion of the human trait of impul­sive­ness, its exhil­a­rat­ing in-the-moment joys as well as the pangs of the regret it pro­duces once bit­ter real­i­ty sets in. She is emblem­at­ic of The Amer­i­can Dream, the roman­tic notion of grab­bing that chance while it’s there in front of you and fly­ing blind­ly but pur­pose­ful­ly into the sun, what­ev­er the con­se­quences may be.

Mis­tress Amer­i­ca also refers to an idea for a glossy, apoc­ryphal TV dra­ma, one which Brooke reveals to Lola Kirke’s Tra­cy, a timid Eng­lish lit major who, due to the impend­ing mar­riage of their par­ents, is set to become her step sis­ter. The pair hit it off instant­ly, with Tra­cy sim­ply hap­py to allow the giant break­ers of Brooke’s unal­loyed enthu­si­asm to crash over her. And hey, the longer she basks in Brooke’s immense shad­ow, the more A mate­r­i­al she pur­loins for her short stories.

The film has much in com­mon with Baumbach’s pre­vi­ous, While We’re Young, in that a sur­face-lev­el inves­ti­ga­tion into con­tem­po­rary social mores (liv­ing in Brook­lyn is so passé!, etc) cov­ers up its more intel­lec­tu­al sub-themes, notably the ques­tion of intel­lec­tu­al prop­er­ty. The script is struc­tured around a num­ber of cas­es of ideas being for­mu­lat­ed, appro­pri­at­ed and maligned, and it even­tu­al­ly seems to sug­gest that there can nev­er be a sin­gle rigid law which irrev­o­ca­bly con­nects cre­ative endeav­our to the per­son who coined it. It asks the ques­tion, when is an idea an idea? And is it still the same idea if some­one else takes it and exe­cutes it? It sounds a tad heavy, but this is all swad­dled under lay­ers of brisk com­ic levity.

Gerwig’s char­ac­ter is extreme­ly sim­i­lar to the one she played in Whit Stillman’s Damsels In Dis­tress, a per­son whose go-get­ting nature makes it dif­fi­cult for her to forge mean­ing­ful bonds with nor­mal peo­ple. There are self-con­scious barbs at social media and lit­er­ary phoneys which will no doubt make the movie age about as well as 1995 San­dra Bul­lock vehi­cle, The Net. It’s a fun­ny film, but one of those fun­ny films where your brain will be telling you that what you’re watch­ing is fun­ny, but will refuse to fire the synaps­es that would duly evoke a phys­i­cal response. It offers a brand of humour that results in an inter­nal ges­ture of wry acknowl­edge­ment rather than actu­al hon­est-to-good­ness laughing.

Though it would be easy to say that Lola Kirke is MVP here, main­ly because her char­ac­ter is the one with whom it is most easy to relate, the major­i­ty of kudos deserves to be direct­ed at Ger­wig, who has man­aged to cre­ate a char­ac­ter who con­sis­tent­ly deflects our empa­thy, but in a strange and not-alto­geth­er-com­pre­hen­si­ble man­ner, she still opens her­self up enough to earn it. Her Brooke, we dis­cov­er, is stealth­ily guile­less, and her bom­bas­tic con­fi­dence a mere defence mech­a­nism against the peo­ple she thinks are out to rip her off.

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