Sundance, In Crisis

The 2012 fest was thick with the anxieties of our times

It's potentially dangerous to look at the lineup of the Sundance Film Festival, which ended Sunday, as a reflection of the character of contemporary indie film, the collective American consciousness, or, well, anything. But there's no question the 2012 edition of the festival was stuffed with films in some way touched by the psychological and practical fallout of economic crisis. Fiction and nonfiction features, whether broaching economics directly or indirectly, grappled with the difficulty of holding onto what you've got when everyone else is losing theirs. Many films suggested the new American normal is to dream not of accumulation or advancement, but of merely maintaining the status quo.

It was blatant in documentaries such as Lauren Greenfield's Queen of Versailles, in which a nouveau riche time-share mogul's gaudy lifestyle is threatened by the mortgage crisis. The struggle to stave off total wipeout is given more poetic and evocative treatment in Detropia, Heidi Ewing and Rachel Grady's city symphony documenting the devastating effect that the elimination of manufacturing has had on Detroit.

The inherently degrading nature of a service-based economy gets bloodless horror-movie treatment in Compliance. Based on real-life incidents (Google "Strip-search prank-call scam"), Craig Zobel's second feature takes place in a fast-food joint, in which a female, middle-aged middle manager is persuaded by a male phone caller posing as a cop to detain and strip-search the pretty blond counter girl. When the manager has to go back to relieve the restaurant's overburdened employees up front, the voice tells her she needs to find a male to supervise the still-naked alleged thief, and soon, that "supervision" escalates to sexual assault.

'For Ellen'
'For Ellen'

Zobel waits a long while before revealing who the caller truly is and where he's calling from; once he does, as the characters continue to follow virtually every command with little protest, their gullibility mixed with the caller's gleeful smirking is scream-at-the-screen infuriating. And then, just when you're convinced there is no humanity at the ChickWich, when it seems that horror-movie logic has taken over the movie's real world like a spell, suddenly that spell is broken. As exploitative of an audience's good will as it might be, Compliance is not an exploitation film, exactly; it's more of a procedural on the worst-case-scenario endgame of labor abuse, in which uneducated minimum-wage workers are subservient to their potential future selves, and everyone needs a paycheck too badly to let morality trump authority.

Whether or not it's a product of austerity, many of the narrative features I saw at Sundance took on the shaky-cam "immediacy" once primarily associated with documentary (and now a mainstream narrative tactic commonly employed by sitcoms plumbing for laughs by presenting the ridiculous as "real"). Sundance features such as Smashed, starring Mary Elizabeth Winstead and Aaron Paul as a couple of young married alcoholics, or the humorless portrait of a self-absorbed musician I Am Not a Hipster essentially pull the same trick as the sitcoms without the jokes, appropriating the aesthetic to give their patently artificial situations, characters and dialogue the depth of tragic "reality."

In director Mark Webber's The End of Love, the actor (who was one of the exes in Scott Pilgrim) and his toddler son, Isaac, play actor Mark Webber and his toddler son, Isaac, in a loose narrative about the young father's struggle to juggle single parenting with his libido and show-biz ambitions. Some of the story elements injected to give the film structure ring false, but the ample material of Webber just interacting with his kid achieves the sense of real-life-onscreen that so many of the other movies at Sundance seemed to be shooting for. Sometimes drifting into cringe-worthy raw-nerve personal territory, Webber comes across as humbly self-aware—something of a feat in a film that could accurately be described as a Hollywood actor's overly cute home-movie vanity project—while little Isaac would give the kid performance of the year if there were any evidence that he truly understood he was acting.

Another film to use handheld close-up camerawork in a way that transcends the current trend is For Ellen, directed by So Yong Kim (Treeless Mountain). This slow, sparse, moody character study of a Chicago rocker/fuck-up (Paul Dano) who arrives in a small Midwestern town to answer his long-estranged wife's request for a divorce and hopefully spend time with the daughter he has never met, is virtually a one-man showcase for Dano. At times, it seems as if he's doing an awful lot, particularly in contrast to Kim's naturalistic style and the film's staid environment. But For Ellen's final scenes reveal a fascinating tension between what we think we know about the character from what we've seen him do and his actual internal life.

That gulf between outward appearance and reality is the subject of the best narrative film I saw at Sundance, Simon Killer, Antonio Campos' follow-up to his directorial debut Afterschool (and last year's Martha Marcy May Marlene, which he produced). Like Martha Marcy, Simon is built around an attractive, enigmatic young person whose recent trauma (in this case, the titular college grad, played by Brady Corbet, comes to Paris in an effort to recover from a rough breakup) both muddles his vision and complicates the film's view of his behavior. Simon is a character study willfully obfuscating the "truth" about its main character and a psychological thriller only offering a misleading glimpse into a psyche.

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