52 Films Directed By Women Vol 1: 23. MAGGIE’S PLAN (Director: Rebecca Miller)
On considering her progression, I arrived at one conclusion:
that every work is her first. Each film or novel is produced as if the previous
work hadn’t existed. The works are an articulation of frozen space – where
there is no before or after. Each work stands alone as if made by a different
person.
When a writer-director produces a varied body of work, it is
tempting to conclude that this or that film or story represents her political
or auto-biographical, comic or serious side. I’m not sure these labels are
helpful. If you practice art intermittently, not moving from one project to the
next, but creating, living, then creating again, your work becomes an
expression of yourself at that moment. A critic might want to join the dots,
but this might not be entirely helpful. I suppose the one recurring motif though
is the character name in the title.
So, what is Maggie’s
Plan? It is not a strategy, that’s for certain – a line for all those
strategic planners out there. (What, no one?) A plan in a movie title
represents a certain form of hubris, for example, in the Coen Brothers’ 2009
film, A Simple Plan. There is Plan 9 from Outer Space, which was
director Edward D. Wood’s form of hubris – the worst film ever made? ‘My next
film will be better.’ In 1998, director John Landis released Susan’s Plan, a contrived black comedy
about murder that attracted few viewers. Then there’s Best Laid Plans, writer Ted Griffin and director Mike Barker’s
noir-ish tale of deception, starring Alessandro Nivola, Josh Brolin and Reese
Witherspoon.
A plan in a title is essentially doomed, right?
Maggie’s Plan is
adapted from a story by publisher Karen Rinaldi (currently at Harper Collins, previously
at Rodale, Bloomsbury USA and Random House) about a university student advisor,
Maggie (Greta Gerwig) who after concluding that she is never going to have a
relationship that lasts more than six months, decides to have a child by
artificial insemination. She accepts a donation from Guy, a pickle salesman
(Travis Fimmel) – she’s in a pickle, he’s a salesman, whatever. Then she meets
university lecturer John (Ethan Hawke), married to a brilliant but cold
academic, Georgette (Julianne Moore) with children of his own. Maggie describes
herself as a bridge between art and commerce. She helps students position
themselves in the marketplace. John says he has a need for such a talent, gives
Maggie the first chapter of his book and she is hooked.
Maggie becomes pregnant and John moves in with her, leaving
his family. Shock revelation: they last longer than six months. But Maggie
senses the relationship is getting stale. John is still writing his darned
novel but is more himself when he is lecturing. Which man isn’t more himself
than when he’s lecturing? Maggie contrives to get John back with Georgette so
she can live happily alone with Lily (Ida Rohatyn).
The premise is quite subversive: can a heterosexual woman
live happily without a man? But the film is not about the general point of dispensing
with men (who, in my household, are good for laundry and listening to problems
about work). It is about the particular viewpoint of one person. Maggie’s Plan raises an intriguing point
about how we consume narratives: should we always assume that the author is
making a universal point? The answer is a ‘heck, no’. (Though I thought, ‘heck
no’ was a kind of electronic music.)
A paragraph on the acting style: it is fair to say that
Greta Gerwig, Julianne Moore and Ethan Hawke are acting in different
movies. Gerwig, the muse and partner of
director Noah Baumbach, has a talent for projecting optimism. She has radiant
energy and in movies such as Frances Ha takes
the people around her at face value. She would be like the perfect party host –
I want to go to Greta’s party, or rather soirée, because you can get the wrong
sort of people at parties. Hawke is the moody father of mumble-core, a genre he
anticipated. He’s a slacktivist, which sounds like a contradiction in terms.
Laid back, facial hair forever goatee, he is like the permanent undergraduate
who is forever missing lessons (maybe next semester). He is too old for Gerwig,
and the wrong generation. He’s like a warning to mumble-corners everywhere: if you stick to naval-gazing lo-fi indie fare
you can turn into him. Don’t do it! Julianne Moore, recipient of the 2015 American
Academy Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role, hideously over-acts. She
affects a Scandinavian accent of the type you’ll never hear in Scandinavia,
because it sounds Germanic. Scandinavian is a short cut for being cold, aloof,
interested in a world of ideas rather than emotions - please put away that
pathetic box of chocolates. Wait, I’ll have that one. It is a cliché. Moore has
done comedy before but here she looks exposed in a one-note performance. It is
the kind of acting that you do if you know you are only in one scene and have
to make an impression. But Moore is in several: she keeps coming back. She has
one good scene when Georgette returns John’s manuscript to him, but I’m not
sure it was her acting that made it work.
Also in a different movie, in supporting roles, are Bill
Hader and Maya Rudolph, as Maggie’s real friends. I say real friends because in
a lot of movies the best friends really don’t look out for the main character
and are there as lower paid comic relief. Hader and Rudolph are veterans of Saturday Night Live and the oeuvre of
Judd Apatow. I cannot imagine Miller and her method actor husband Day Lewis
watching Bridesmaids or Trainwreck.
The variance in tone struck me as kind of the point. If you
wanted to convince us that the world was unified with everyone being better off
heading in the same direction, a heterosexual, middle class normality with
agreeable filter coffee, then you would affect a unified acting style. Miller
reminds us that everyone is different, with different outlooks, different goals
and different speeds. In this film, everyone lives in their tiny bubble of me.
In reality, certainly in a middle-class heterosexual neighbourhood, everyone
lives in their tiny bubble of me too.
I had to feel sorry for Guy, whose sperm gets neglected. He
barely features in the movie. Miller’s father, Arthur Miller famously wrote, Death of a Salesman. For Rebecca
Miller’s next work, couldn’t she make Life
of a Pickle Salesman?
Reviewed at 2016
Berlinale, Sunday 21 February, 21:30, Zoo Palast
Originally published on Bitlanders.com

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