3 stars out of 5
During this whole relationship-crumbling story, the one thought that kept going throug my head was, “Wait, do I still have a chance with Greta Gerwig?” But I guess, if anything, this flick would’ve been inspired by Noah Baumbach’s marriage and divorce with Jennifer Jason Leigh. Bummer.
So, this is a tricky one. It is a good movie, perhaps a very good one, but, I did not like it. It’s pretty well written — although as hard as he tries, Baumbach will never be as good as Woody Allen at writing light upper-class comedy. And it is skillfully directed. The cast and their performances are first-rate: Adam Driver (I love a scene where he’s cut himself badly but won’t admit it); Scarlett Johansson with a strong end of year, this and Jojo Rabbit; Alan Alda is a delight, as is our old pal Julie Hagerty; Laura Dern and Ray Liotta are likably unlikable. Kudos to Azhy Robertson, one of the more realistic child actors, as the child. And nicely cast in small roles: Robert Smigel, Wallace Shawn, Rich Fulcher, Martha from Baskets, my former costar Tunde Adebimpe, and from the Baumbach repertory company, Dean Wareham.
But, as a true-to-life portrayal of a marriage falling apart, it’s also TWO HOURS OF PEOPLE YELLING AT EACH OTHER. CAPS LOCK INTENTIONAL! And that was driving me bananas. Talky talky talky, yelly yelly yelly. I did think it ended well, with heart, but alas, too little, too late. Work out your issues on your own time, Baumbach!
Jack Silbert, curator