Saturday, February 29, 2020

What Love Looks Like



Meet-cutes, dating apps, disappointment, and second chances: this is the material of Alex Magaña’s What Love Looks Like, a sweet and sunny romantic ensemble comedy about Millennials negotiating love in the City of Angels. Five relationships take their course over an economical but pleasantly ambling runtime, allowing us to observe the vagaries of youthful courtship in the 21st century. There is plenty of melancholy – one character is struggling to let himself love again following the loss of his wife, while another finds herself repeatedly let down by her doltish boyfriend whose eyes are permanently glued to his phone – but Magaña mostly focuses on men and women finding their way toward each other, rather than on romantic dissolution, signaling through his largely lighthearted tone an intent to deliver on the proverbial fairy-tale ending.

Things aren’t entirely rosy in the beginning. Nicole (Kate Durocher) is flummoxed by her beau Owen (Josh Gilmer), the aforementioned screen-obsessed boyfriend. Fed up with his inattentiveness, she begins a cautious affair with cocky rideshare driver Jace (Trevor Sean). Elsewhere, Calvin (Connor Wilkins) and Summer (Jamie Shelnitz) are separately mourning their fortunes after their Tinder date goes sour. Their respective roommates coincidentally turn them onto the same blind dating app, through which, in a yet more incredible coincidence, they end up anonymously matched. It’s unclear whether this happens because the app is massively unpopular, because their friends conspired to set them up through it, or because only a handful of people are living in LA. Or… destiny? In any case, the emphasis on social media nicely captures the reality of dating in the digital era, especially among young adults.


The other storylines range from the emotionally heavy to the sprightly, sometimes juggling both. Sadness permeates the situation of Sam (Nathan Kohnen), who’s still reeling from his wife’s death when the chipper Evie (Ashley Rose McKenna) invites herself to a sandwich-based lunch with him every day in the park. (A welcome, whimsical touch is the way this same park functions as a meeting place for all five couples, at various points). Sam’s wife appears to him occasionally as a ghostly apparition, urging him to let her go so he can rediscover love and happiness. The conceit is elevated by Kohnen, who makes Sam’s sullenness feel authentically weighty. The back-and-forth between him and Evie helps to leaven the mood, as does the dynamic between Theodore (Jack Menzies, fully committed to his character’s chronic awkwardness when it comes to female contact) and Bailey (Ana Ming Bostwick-Singer), the exceedingly good-natured recipient of his fumbling overtures. Their scenes together are charming without feeling strained, and lead to my favorite moment in the film, a date-night screening of an absurdist reimagining of Casablanca. Rounding things out are the slick Finn (Kyle Meck) and the British exchange student Penelope (Taylor Alexa Frank). Although Penelope initially resists Finn’s entreaties, the two eventually hit it off, culminating in a hasty trans-Atlantic flight with hearts on the line.

Again, it comes as little surprise that the characters of What Love Looks Like mostly get what they want, and there is certainly satisfaction in that. We’re not here to get exaggerated conflicts or violent uncoupling, but rather the ordinary uncertainties and triumphs of young relationships, which, however momentous they may seem in the moment, really are just relationships among many probable ones yet to come. I wish Magaña had made room for at least one that wasn’t heterosexual or monogamous (and it would have been nice to have seen one of the Black couples glimpsed during the film’s opening montage show up as a main pairing), but what is here is a heartfelt reminder that we’re all seeking affection in one way or another, and that sometimes it’s great to bask in the idea that we’ll end up finding it.

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Le Gai Savoir


LE GAI SAVOIR   **1/2

Jean-Luc Godard
1969


IDEA:  Two radical Leftist students convene on an empty television set to discuss politics, language, images, and the state of the world.


BLURB:  How do you foster revolutionary thought and action within the institutional apparatuses designed to suppress them? What does a radical, anti-establishment politics look, sound, and feel like, especially as it expresses itself through the assaultive din of mass culture? These are the questions being self-reflexively wrestled with in Le Gai Savoir, Godard’s characteristically droll, smug, formally adventurous mix of abrasive Marxist dialectic and intellectual wankery. Patricia and Émile meet up in the inky nowhere of a TV studio to ruminate, lament, and allegedly formulate an ideological plan of action in the midst of countercultural crisis, but rather than posit anything really coherent, the film is mostly an excuse for Godard to noodle around with audiovisual syntax. When he’s not dwelling on the baroquely side-lit silhouettes of Jean-Pierre Léaud and Juliet Berto, he’s serving up barrages of disjunctive signifiers, with scribbled-on advertisements, documentary footage, propaganda, war photographs, and gnomic pronouncements creating such a florid semiotic density that the real-world issues they index tend to get obscured. It’s a relatively enjoyable, giddy explosion of language, all things considered – the Etch-A-Sketch interlude is a delight – but to what end? Are Godard’s protests efficacious or elitist pontification from an artist’s ivory tower? At least he can admit that it all might be for naught: that maybe, in 1969 or today, Le Gai Savoir is most powerful as a sadly self-aware epitaph for a movement stuck gazing longingly at its embattled ideals.